Senior Saluting and Jojo

Dear Hot Graduating Senior Boy, 

I went to your sports games all term and crept through your profile pictures instead of working on my 333. During late night gossip sessions about who we were bringing to Tea, I brought you up but was too shy to ask you. You were in dhall once and smiled at me. I wrote about it in my journal. I lament not approaching you and inviting you to meet me at 5 am to look at the sunrise and do some homework. The reason your ceramics bowl is missing is because I stole it. It is filled with the tears I have shed over your graduating. I should have done something, anything to get your attention. Maybe I would’ve been your arm candy at prom, or maybe you would’ve PG’d at Exeter so our love could’ve continued. Alas, Jojo’s “Too Little, Too Late” is playing in the background, and I’ve never heard a song more accurate to describe my situation. Maybe we will cross paths in the future. 

Love, 

Sad Not Graduating Upper Girl