wet grass, starry night
8:59 p.m.

dear brandon,

i know. i'm lucky to even know your name. i barely know you. we had one great night. i should leave it at that.

the problem is that i can't stop thinking about you, about us. i'm enamored with the POSSIBILITY. with the little that i know about you, with the evening's worth of conversation...i'm letting my imagination carry me away.

you make me want to be a better person. i want to spend time with you.

love,

that girl

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