My dearest Obama:
The sound of your name rings so nicely in my ear. It's exotically romantic just saying it. Seeing you, in your finely-tailored suit, standing in front of thousands of teary-eyed spectators -- all of whom are both in your debt and admire you so -- brought up fantasies that a young woman dare not speak aloud.
You're incredibly attractive, well educated, rich, cultured, and successful beyond what most American men can ever dream of achieving. And you're married! But that never stops a girl from dreaming.
You have a long road ahead of you, my dearest. The challenges you face will be astronomical. I dare not say they are unsurmountable. I am here for you, to support your efforts and gains, along with the billions of others who watch eagerly for you to take your crown.
I'll be watching here from my little perch, awaiting your gallant approach and the sight of your white horse, my king. If ever your travels bring you to Wonderland, you'll see me waiving from the tower located just past the end of that rainbow.
Be well, my knight, and do good deeds. I'm proud of you.
Anonymous Little Me
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