Dear Princess,

Remember when you hated me? You would tweet mean things about me every morning. 

Sometimes I wonder if you still do.

Other times I wonder if I am nothing more than a foot in the door. A secret weapon. 

Other times I wonder if I should feel guilty for even talking to you.

But mostly, I just want to have you over for a sleepover and see if you're real. 

Maybe I just want to be able to have genuine love for you. Then I wouldn't have to keep feeling like a penance for someone else's bitterness.