Dear Boy,
I miss you like crazy, all the time, and am starting to wonder if I'm ever going to stop missing you. If I'll be turning 25 and still wanting to wake up next to you, wanting to kiss your neck. But yeah. I would really like you to be here.
Dear New Mexico,
You are too far away.
Dear Europe,
I'll make it to you, someday.
Dear mosquitos,
I don't know what I've done to deserve your hatred, but I apologize and will send you a bouquet of your favorite flowers if you'll agree to stop biting my legs.
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