A thank you note:

Thanks for cooperating, Universe.

Sorry that I was a sore sport earlier this week. It was definitely uncalled for.

I got a little scared, and I think I wussed out prematurely.

Thanks for giving me a second chance. 

Also, 

I feel like another sort of thanks are in order: 

Thank you for boys with plaid shirts, and cuffed pants,

who come with me to poetry readings on a whim, and pretend to want to be there...

ones who don't have dimples, but who sometimes wink at me when it gets too quiet. 

I've never seen this variety before,

and I sort of really like them.
But really, just the one.
Yeah. Thanks for that one.
He knows lots of stuff.
And is ridiculously good looking.
There, I said it.

Lastly:
I don't know what's happening, but this is fun, and I feel weird.