Letter Number Thirty-Eight.

Dear Mint And Chocolate,

Sometimes I feel that you were just meant to be together, like best friends from next door to one another who didn't know if they wanted to take it to the next level because they thought it would be awkward and they totally valued the friendship that they had cultivated for many years, but then one night they were chatting on the Internet, and one of them had a fight with their step-dad again, and needed a shoulder to cry on so they came over and after wiping the tears from that one’s eyes, the other kissed that one ever so softly. This, of course, became a make-out session of epic proportions. But then they got scared and barely looked at each other the next day at school in-between classes, until afterwards when they both surprisingly ended up in the park at the sandbox where they first met, and they talked it out and confessed their undying love for one another and then got married and did it a lot.

Love,
Kymba

P.S. Love them Thin Mints, man.