My Dearest,
When I think of you, I hear music. It starts off with a soft cello, then slowly builds up to an entire symphony. Then, for some reason, there’s an electric guitar. And it’s not like I have anything against electric guitar, but it just doesn’t work with the symphony. I mean, it’s like Mr. Holland’s Opus. It was a pretty decent movie, but what the fuck was up with that electric guitar during the opus? It sounded like shit. I mean, if you’re gonna have a movie named after an opus, the opus should be fucking amazing, no? In any case, I just don’t think this is going to work out. It’s not you. It’s that goddamn electric guitar.
Fondly,
Smivey
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