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It has been decided, there simply is not enough love in the world for me. There has been some cosmic decision that I am unaware of to keep me alone and constantly surrounded by other happy couples. Maybe I am a God? My mission is... well, I don't know yet. But, after a series of bad relationships, and a really heartbreaking dream last night, I have made a new plan. I want to buy a typewriter. Not the new electronic kind, but the kind that flips up with every letter you punch. Every time I'm feeling lonely, I'll write a love letter and toss it into the wind. Then maybe, just maybe if I send enough love out into the world, eventually some will come back to me. Blowing with the breeze through my windows.
No more wishing or hoping or looking. Until I am proved wrong by a boy... no, until he braves the dark alley behind my apartment only to serenade me from my sun room, I will be typing.
To Whom It May Concern:
I love you truly or I love no one.
No more wishing or hoping or looking. Until I am proved wrong by a boy... no, until he braves the dark alley behind my apartment only to serenade me from my sun room, I will be typing.
To Whom It May Concern:
I love you truly or I love no one.