To my mythical boy

I don't know you, yet Mel assures me that you do exist. That is all well and good, but I'm just wondering how the hell it is that you're meant to love me so much if I haven't even met you yet.

I'm nineteen and my virginity is intact, a fact that frustrates me daily. If it's true that you're going to put an end to all this, that's wonderful, but may I politely suggest that you move your arse, I'm getting a little antsy.

I've been waiting for a really long time.Where are you?

-Me

heart - break