I wish I could be the kind of friend people turn to for advice. But I can only listen, nod my head, and say that sure sounds like the time I..... I wish explaining men was my talent, but to me, they are as difficult to interpret as a foreign language or a calculus problem. I know, dear friend, like you, that 3 and a half men can leave one lonlier than none, and I also know how wonderful and magical a kiss on the forehead can feel like even if it is from the devil. If anything I say means anything at all, know this: any man not spellbound by your enchanting spirit as we have been for months, does not deserve the beauty we can see from across state lines, computer screens, and napkin poems. The beauty better known as Megan.
Reason for writing:
I hate seeing you down in the dumps- you're too great for that, babe!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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