Dear ReedaQ,

When you told me that my smile was killing me, I got really nervous.  Was he still breathing?  Did my smile actually kill him?  Then I read later on in your message that you are in your final year of medical school.  Phew.  Chances are someone in your class will know how to revive you just in case my smile accidentally tries to kill you.

Love,

Me

P.S. I know you can’t wait to see me “impersonal,” but I don’t think we’re soulmates.