Dear Robert Fucking Pattinson…

When this was originally written, I had used my *spits* real life name *rolls eyes* so not as fun… BUT! To keep myself anonymous, I obviously used “Fallen Angel” as an alias *winks*

Anyway, here’s what happens when Lost and I both admit “I’ve never written a letter to Rob before…” and my imagination runs away with me…

Dear Robert Fucking Pattinson,
I hate you.
marry me.
whatever.
- Fallen Angel

here is how *I* thought he would respond *snickers*

 
Fallen Smartass Angel,
Ok.
- Robert F. Pattinson

Robert Fucking Pattinson,
Get your ass in [my city] then, Friday good for you?
- Fallen S. Angel

Future Mrs. Fucking Pattinson,
Yeah, sure.
Let me just throw on a shirt and find you a goddamn ring.
gold ok?
- Robert F. Pattinson

Future husband mine,
Just say “I do” and fuck me already.
whatever.
- Fallen Soon to be Fucking a Pattinson Angel

Bitch,
We are getting married naked.
let’s go.
- Robert About to Make You Come Pattinson

The End.

*snorts* totally possible…

~Fallen