Do you believe me when I tell you that I love you? Days are bad and nights worse. I know that you, my sweet friend, have had the longest winters and the shortest summers. You are too good for this life, or any other. Believe me when I tell you that you are my angel. And that is absolute. I hope that I am not unrequited in saying that my other half resides in California, with the stars and the citrus. You are what I call home. My hands are helping for you you and you only. That says so much.
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Email is broken. I miss you...M*
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