Hi. Hello. Hola. What it do, though? Sup, baby. How you doin'?
My name is Ryan Ginsberg, but honestly if you wanted to keep your name I would be down to change my name to Ryan Hough. Sorry...I'm getting a little ahead of myself, but only a little bit.
I don't typically write letters to love interests on the internet for the entire world to see, but I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I have fallen deeply, deeply, deeply in love with you. I have fallen so deeply that the Grand Canyon looks like a kiddy pool compared to my love. I have fallen and I can't get up! I am head over heels back over head back over heels in love with you...boo. And I can't go another day without telling you.
When I google your name...in like a super non-creepy, incredibly romantic way...you are categorized as a "dancer." Well, I would just like to tell you that you have danced, boogied, shimmied, and hand jived into my heart. You have maneuvered your way so deeply into the roots of my heart, that I know I will never be able to get you out. You are in my heart forever.
I think it would be a shame to live out the rest of my life without confessing these things to you. I believe that we could be something really, really special. We are perfect for each other. We are puzzle pieces destined to be together. You could be the Eve to my Adam. The Abbott to my Costello. The Leonardo DiCaprio to every movie he's ever been in. Dare I say it... you could be the Sandy Olsson to my Danny Zuko.
We are destined for each other. I will wait for you atop the Empire State Building this Valentine's Day. I hope that you will join me.
Love your future husband,
P.S. Please ignore the post below talking about me "meeting my dream girl...." I didn't really mean it....