I love you. I know you are my soulmate. Marry me or at the very least let us date so we can get to know each other then we can get married before Glee resumes in April. I want you to sing to me constantly. I don’t even want you to speak, every conversation with me should be a song. You can dance around as much as you want. I will cook, clean and pay the…nah, you can pay the bills, you are making the bread. I will watch the kids.
We are meant for each other. Attractive people, but only really attractive because we have large noses that on other people would make them look hideous. It’s our destiny to be together. Your love for Finch is superficial, my love for you is real. I will prove it by saying it in this sentence. There is no truer form of love than that and I’m sure someone as intelligent as yourself understands that.
You wear skirts constantly which has always been a requirement for my future wife. You smile all the time even when people are funny. And you have the greatest eyes in the world right after Natalie Portman. If you feel these are superficial compliments then please recognize that I am only superficial on the inside. On the outside I am pure and genuine.
I look forward to your response.