I know, love letters and poems are ridiculous, but isn't that what makes them so beautiful? There's a waitress at the coffee shop across the street from my house who I love to make poems about her beauty and how much I appreciate her.

One day I was on the balcony of my house writing when my poem flew into the waitress's hands. I quickly went downstairs and out of the house to the cafeteria.

"Hi... You've got my poem, haven't you?"

I felt my face start to flush