Dear Boy,

I am sorry I appeared rather stormily at your dorm room this evening despite my determination not to be so annoyed at you about the photo. But you sat me down and said that there was nothing to worry about because you like me a lot. And I like you a lot, so we’re even. That’s enough for me – that and the hug and smile when you kissed my nose – but you went and bought me an ice cream. I like Cookies and Cream especially too. You really didn’t need to, you know that? But you had that smile on your face and said “It was on special.” You’re a silly boy. And when I said I had wished I had saved you some, but I was afraid it would melt, you simply said “I know, that’s why I bought it for you.”

And so like the ice cream, I think anything resembling evil scheming in my head melted away. You’re sweet too. I’d also like to take a giant bite of you.

Much love,

Girl.