Dear C,

Today I spotted you flirting with the girl at the cafe, the one with the cute face and clothes much cooler than yours. But C, dear C, don't you realize that she has a boyfriend and that she knows you are flirting with her?

You wear your sad heart on your sleeve, with a neon arrow pointing at it that says "LONELY HEART," flashing. You think it hurts less than hiding it. Maybe you're right. But I think it is a decoy heart, hollow, with your own hidden somewhere else entirely.

I think if I bit into it, my mouth would fill with honey. It would be soft and chewy as taffy. If only you'd turn off the neon sign -- you're advertising for tourists when what you really want is a girl to call it home.