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A Letter to
Contributed by
Tatertot
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Saturday, 28th January 2006 @ 01:29:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
SecretLove
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Dear Guy,
I think Ive thought about you everyday since I could think. Im hoping that you have the brown eyes I imagine and every time I look into them its like daydreaming of heaven.
I know that your laugh is to die for. I know that you think of me as much as I wonder of you. I know that every time you eat Cookies N Cream your wondering of me.
Ive thought about you everyday for the past 18 years. What you smell like? What your hair color is? Are you Athletic? I imagine that you are smart, you like to read, and your unbelievably cute. I know that you love God just as much as I do. You fear him, and you pray for me and wish that we could meet too. I know that everyday you wonder of me and if Im thinking about you. The truth is every time I eat chocolate I wonder about you. Every time I smile Im wishing about you. Every second that I cry I see you. Dont think that Im consumed with you cause Im not. I just want to be with you. I listen to songs that remind me of who you might be. I gaze at the stars that will lead you to me. I pray to God that you will love me. I know that your out there thinking of me its just sad that we cant be. Im still waiting for you Guy and I know your thinking of me!
Copyright ©
Tatertot
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2006-01-28 01:29:20]
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Re: A Letter to
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by Drapes on
Saturday, 25th February 2006 @ 10:57:43 PM AEST
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Wow, I love it! Great write!
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