Story XVI: Love Herman with a comma

A fourth-grader falls in love with his teacher. A short story in letters.

Dear Springrose

I snuck Miss. Stimson a valentine days card on her chair. I told her I loved her. Miss. Stimson is my home room teacher.

I am in the fourth grade at Brookview Elementary School in the state of Vermont USA. She is twenty two yeers old or maybe twenty four yeers old. I wrote Miss. Stimson she is beutiful and I can wait for her.

She kept me after class. Now I have to write a letter to you by hand every single time I want to send a letter to a teacher. You may get alot of letters from me.

My hand is getting tired from writing this.

She said somewhere out there is my future wife right now who is you and you might be one yeers old or twelve yeers old but not twenty seven yeers old.

She said maybe you are brushing your hair at this exact second or reading but she doesn’t know where and I should guess in my letter and then tell you what I’m guessing.

My hand is really falling off.

I asked how do I know what your name is and she said I should pick a season and a flower and that will be…