Dear Ian Eastwood,It's possible that over the past few months I've developed an unhealthy obsession with you. If you don't mind then I don't. To be honest, even if you did I don't think my feelings would change.
Thank you for involuntarily buying a town home in my little heart. I am currently following your YouTube page, never been happier, and I hope you will do me the honor of accepting my friend request. Thank you.
Someday I hope to meet you. And take your class. And give you a hug...or two. And become your best friend. Someday soon.
It's just not okay to be so beautiful, have wonderful hair, AND be a BEAST at dancing. Not okay. It's also not okay that you haven't been in any Step Up movies. Care to explain, friend? I'm listening.
How says you that when I move to L.A me and you become best friends? Awesome. See you soon, bestie. Love you, too.
Your truly,
Simone Stevens.
PS. Thanks for reading.
PPS. Just in case you were, I don't know, wondering/thinking about choreographing something on a certain date...my birthday is September 23. That's all.
PPPS. I like when you smile. A lot.
Soooo much swag.
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