acronyms
9:22 p.m.

Well, fine, Cris. Try to set me up with him. You fool, it's YOU that I want! I could never tell you this truly, though. You'd be shocked, or you'd laugh, or both. Because of this, Cris, I can never ever tell you.

I started to write you a poem, Cris. You've inspired me. Cris, you're so close that you don't even see! I love you... and if I were brave enough I'd write your real name, not an acronym; but, Cris, I'm not brave at all.

Love,

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