tale of a neighbour

Dear Whose Name I Do Not Know,

though we only spoke once, which was when the Bob's house was on fire, the fact that you are my neighbour makes us neighbour. The first time you moved here, which was less than a year ago, i was happy because finally i have a neighbour. Not that i dont have any other neighbour, its just that the other part of the house seems empty and cold and lonely and...yea, you get the idea, right? i thought since i have a new neighbour, life would be much less boring if i get to know you. seconds turns into minutes, minutes turns into hours, hours turns into days, days turns into months and yet, we have not even introduce ourselves. i did not even catch your name. I am not a stalker, but I see you every morning going to school though im not sure which school. but i've met your dad though. nice man. no, i am not attracted to him, just saying he's a nice man.

anyway, this morning, as i gazed into thin air, a truck came and stopped in front of your house. i thought,'meh...cant be moving. they just moved here'. then your dad came out and talked to my dad. of course, me being a busybody, came closer to hear the conversation and was shocked that you are moving...

to

WASHINGTONNN!!!!

DUDE, TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!