Dear Candy Cane Lane,
Let’s not beat around the bush. I know we’ve just met and all, but I think you’re really something special.
I’m just going to say it. I love you. I love your creaminess and the blast of cool mint. That little hint of cinnamon? Oh, I think I love that most of all.
I know you’re bagged, and I know people will judge us for being together, but I don’t care. We can make it work.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…would you move in with me? Permanently?