February 8, 2009

I swear I'll never be happy again,
And don't you dare say that we can just be friends.

Dear ____,

I fear for the day you find someone new. But I know I have no choice but to wish you all the happiness I could muster. It may not be as enthusiastic, but I know I'm going to mean it. At least, I'll make myself mean it.

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