Dear Best friend,
Sorry for the lateness of this letter.
I remember our late night conversations, our calls, our impromptu messages and fun talks.
I remember our debates and our conversations together, they were lively and thoughtful.
I truly appreciate you. I remember our good mornings and good nights.
I have been having a chained up time with my sad raven, they don’t Leave me alone. Anyway, it’s been just hell.
I’m going to pray really hard tonight. For them to find God, truly.
And for them to let me go, finally.
All I know is I’m ready to go, so so ready.
Just waiting for my new home to be ready(with my family). I Love you my dear friend, and have a great night’s sleep.
Love, Your best friend
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Love this, Melissa!!!
This sounds a whole lot like the remarks of a brief fiancé from way back.