Would You Still Love Me If I Had Nothing To Offer You?

It was a gift from my sister

To love and to be loved.

WAIT!

Before the semester ends, would anyone like to admit they have a crush on me

Few things match the horror of when you google something and the first thing that comes up is "Scholarly articles for..."

Like babe I'm just trying to study for my organic exam, you gotta give me the baby version

I hope you know how much I love you.

I still think about you, by the way.

How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.

My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.

I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.

I wish you knew how much I love you.

I can feel it getting duller, drawing it's last breaths. It's okay; it's natural. It's absolutely bittersweet.

I miss you, my dear. I miss how you made me feel. I hope you know that I will always love you. And I am so, so proud of you.

Not to be a choosing beggar but why do gameshows only seem to be giving out money nowadays? What happened to kitchen appliance sets and cruises? Don't give me the burden of choice

I love you stuffed animals. I love you blankie. I love you bed. I love you pillows.

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