Dear, sweet, gaurdian angel don't ever think that I don't need your words. It is just that the sea of self-pity that I often find myself drowning in sometimes gets too much water in my head and I can't think straight. I could never be sick of your inquiries, in fact they often make my entire day. Most of the times, you are the only person whose words I bother to look up, or look at, besides that one prick who told me I should worry about grammar instead of writing what I feel. We have something special, dear kindred, and whenever time or distance gets in the way, please don't doubt me and the friendship we've have acquired through heartbreak and honesty
Reason for writing:
I'll be okay- just one of those weeks: how are you by the way?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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