144 words
Dear Lily,
Your eyes are like butter.
Wait, no. That's not right.
Oh, Merlin.
Your eyes are like a knife and my heart is butter. You cut me to the core.
No.
Your eyes are like a sparkling lake.
No, they're green, not blue. Nice going James, you idiot.
Your eyes are some amazing metaphor for something beautiful. I can't think of what that beautiful thing is just yet. I'll come up with it eventually, I swear.
Your eyes are just…
So good. If we ever have a kid together, I'd want them to have your eyes. I guess they can have my good looks, too, but your eyes are ten times better than mine, so…
Ah, I can't send this. This is a mess, and you'll hate.
I'm just glad you actually decided that I was good enough to date you.
Love,
James