Dear, Rigby,
I've always loved you, really. I always thought that you just thought of me as that wierd girl who gave you your coffee in the morning and collected turtles. I've always wanted you to like me the same way, and that night watching the stars with you on Margaret's car was the best night of my life. I feel so silly, and I might just crumple this note up and thbrow it in the trash, so chances are you'll never even get this. Now, that Mordecai and Margaret are officially dating now, I'm starting to get jealous. I hope you feel the same way... Ugh, I'm saying idiopt things! Just, check yes or no, okay?
Do you like me, Rigby?
Love, Eileen