If you have a hankering to shed tears over romantic letters, you can always rely on your tried-and-true biannual viewing of The Notebook, where you inevitably end up crying into your Blue Moon and twice-baked potato (or maybe that's just me?), or you can save yourself two hours and a some heartburn by reading this adorable love letter that a 4-year-old boy wrote for his classmate. That's right: a mere preschooler, who has been on this planet for a fraction of the time that Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams have, managed to blow all other epic love stories out of the water in six short sentences.
The letter was written by a boy named Bennet for his classmate Baily, and I'm already mentally planning what will be the most epic friendship or eventual marriage, either of which will lead to them co-owning a bed and breakfast simply called B&B (BECAUSE HOW COULD YOU NOT WITH THOSE NAMES?!). Bennet dictated the letter to his mother, Jennifer, who later posted it to Reddit so that we could experience the magic of toddler friendship firsthand:
Baily,
Will you please come to my house? Let's play together. I think you are pretty like a horse or a ladybug, I'm not sure which. You should come to my house and eat cheeses with me. I love you and I lost a tooth last night. I think I would like to do a magic trick for you and then let you watch me battle robots.
Love,
Bennet
Honestly, I was sold on the "eat cheeses" part before we even got to the sweetest declaration of love I have ever read. Bennet could school an entire generation of millennials on how to woo potential mates without even trying.
Bennet and Baily have been going to school together for two years now, so they'll already have a pretty solid foundation for what is bound to be the world's most epically fun playdate. Bennet was diagnosed with cancer at six months old, but is in his final cancer checks. He is also gearing up for a knights and princesses themed fifth birthday party, and his mother assured us that Baily would be in attendance dressed as a princess.
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU WERE ALSO EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED BY THIS, but not too enthusiastically, lest you trip in your puddle of tears.
