I know it’d probably make more sense for me to write you a letter if we actually had anything. It’s weird though. I find myself coming back to the same people every time.
You could call me crazy I guess. I don’t mind. How could I still worry about you, especially since you have him? I guess you could also say I AM crazy.
I see you guys all the time, and it shames me to say that I am jealous. Jealous that he has you when I need you. You surely bring a smile to my face whenever I just think about you. I don’t think there’s anyone else who does that to me… aside from family I guess, but it’s different.
There are certain qualities you have that are truly enthralling to me. The way your smile glows, the way you dress, your laughter, your overall being. You’re the last thing I’d want to see in pain. You’re super cute and beautiful, it’s really heart-melting.
hmm, I guess that’s all I can say… Love, Steven.
Half of everyone who liked this post is stupid. I’m pretty damn sure everyone knows about breast cancer. And guess what? I’m also pretty damn sure everyone just wanted it pink because ‘it would look cool’. Oh please, grow some common sense.