Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President,

After tonight’s State of the Union Address, I think we may be able to work things out. I know I may have seemed distant lately, but can you blame me? You were trying way too hard to play it cool and appear unaffected. The truth is, automatons are boring. I need you here, present, invested in what we’re trying to build together. I know you’re under intense pressure and scrutiny, but when you retreat, you lose yourself. I know you’re a thinker, but I’m glad to see you didn’t get caught in your head tonight. Words mean nothing to me.

If not now, then when? I couldn’t agree more. Deep down I’m rooting for you. I was so proud of you tonight, and for the first time in awhile I really believed that we just might be okay. I don’t want to settle for second best. I don’t think we should give up when things get tough. I am strained, but hopeful too. I want a better life, too. No one ever said this was going to be easy, but I don’t want to see us making the same mistakes we’ve made in the past. You really validated my feelings and finally spoke with the assurance and authority I’ve missed. After all, that’s what I liked about you in the first place. But it’s not so much what you said, but how you said it. In short, I felt that you truly cared.

With your wing man Joe smirking in the background, I knew you had it in the bag.

Best of luck, your hopeful citizen,
xoxo
Alizah