I saw you sneak a kiss from the girl next door. She’s wild, unpredictable. I lie awake at night, twisted images running through my mind. All I can do is cry.
I saw you leave a note for the girl next door. It wasn’t handwritten, oh no. You’re too clever. One little detail, though, made it all your own.
Courier New, size 12.
You were a mail courier. The font, like your size 36 jeans, the perfect fit. Any time you typed a letter, you had to use that stupid font. It was quirky. Distinctive.
This time, distinctive works against you.