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[runswithflys]

Dear Whomever
I am writing to inform you that I am ready.
I am ready for my beginning.
I am beyond ready for maturity…kind of.
Oh sigh of my sigh.
I wish I weren’t single, sometimes.
I wish that I had someone to hold me, to under stand me, and to help when I need them to help me; sometimes.
I sound kind of pathetic.
I can see that.
Maybe not pathetic.
Maybe just…desperate.
Oh sigh.