Dear Mr. Button,
I can’t sleep, and I think it’s because of you.
I just can’t seem to get you off my mind.
Your skin…your accent…your dial tone of a facial expression.
I think about how I’m not a fighter, but I can probably beat up babies and old people…and guess what – you’re both! How do you like that. It would be like taking candy from an old baby. Hard candy – the kind old people like.
I also must admit that I did cry at the end of your movie. Guilty as charged. But it was only because I was pouring a box of salt in my eyes while watching your life story.