An open letter to Paul Banks

Hey Paul. 

How are things? Do you still live in New York? I'm only asking because I will be visiting there in May and am going to do everything in my power to run into you.  I promise I won't knock you down, but if I do, I'll join you on the ground.  We can make invisible snow angels.  Or we can just lie there. It's completely up to you.  We can go for a nice cup of coffee if you'd like, where I'd let you count the freckles on my face if you'd let me count yours, which I imagine would take quite a while.  Just so you know, I will probably lose count, multiple times.  Faces like yours make my brain stop working the way it should. 

I sure hope you're not still gallivanting around with that supermodel from the Chris Isaak video.  Her legs are unnaturally long and frightening to me.  Should she make an appearance, I'll take you by the hand and we'll make a run for it.  Knowing her and those long legs, she'll catch up pretty quickly.  Either way, I will be content with any time we are able to spend in each other's lives, no matter how minute. 

I hope you are well Paul.  I would like nothing more than to have a simple conversation with you...and have you stand for a few photographs too.  Look for me in May.  I will be the girl with the big eyes and brown hair, Nikon, and two sisters with smiles on their faces that refuse to quit.  There may also be a kite in there somewhere.  Be kind, and remember that I am, and will continue to be, one of your most loyal admirers.

With much anticipation and devotion,
Michelle