Our Little Heartbreaker

Here's a typewritten "note" our daughter just received from a younger, 10-year-old neighborhood boy, delivered via our oldest son. His name has been omitted to protect the "innocent."

"Dear Andi,

I know that I like you, and I know that I should have told you earlier, but I want to ask you if you will be my girlfriend. Everyday that I have waited to tell you a hole inside of me has grown bigger. The hole is depression. Depressioin is a side effect of liking someone, and that someone is you. I am still very sorry for not telling you earlier.

Love,
XXXXX"

Oh boy...

And here is her response (also typewritten):

"Dear XXXXX,

I am sorry that you are depressed.
Don't be.
You are nice, but I am too old for you and I am not interested in having anyone for a boyfriend.
Sorry.

Your friend,
Andi"