Dear Young Women,
When I say I can play the opening song on the piano, I don't really mean I can play it. (You noticed?) It's more like I'm saying I can't play it but I'm trying to get better.
Me
Dear Eye Disease,
Go away. Seriously. (Please)
Me
Dear Adam,
Thank you for not blocking my number when I text you complaining and whiny texts about my eye.
Me
Dear Adam,
You didn't block my number, did you?
Me
Dear Mark,
Thank you for lighting up with a smile when I brought home a library book for you. (You weren't always like this.)
Me
Dear Emma,
When you come home from school and sit on the couch and I put my legs across your lap and you talk to me, that is my favorite part of the day.
Me
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