To the girl who works at Starbucks,
down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights road,
I swear to God I'm not a stalker.
When I asked you for a chai latte,
what I meant to say was:
"I was walking past. I saw you in the window.
I only came in here because I had to know
what your voice sounded like."
But instead of saying that, I got really nervous
and just ordered the first thing on the menu.
I don't even know what "chai" is.
Or a latter, for that matter.
I imagine, when God made you,
he cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel,
gave him a high five and said: "Goddamn, I'm good!"
You are that beautiful. I spent the last five days
trying to figure out how I'm going to introduce myself
to you properly, and I think I've finally figured it out.
It's going to be something like..."Hi."
That's all I got so far, but I think it's a good start.