7:54 p.m.

It's strange...when I first met you we just clicked. That special one-ness. You understood my rather lame jokes, and I laughed at yours.

It was rather unfortunenate for me to get attached like this. I'm afraid that if I were to loose you there'd be this great hole. A empty space that was reserved just for you.

But for now I'll not think about that..And keep smiling. Keep loving your laugh.

Yours Truly,

Melissa

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