your letter to your one and only vita

I don’t know, but lately, I miss you more, wanting to see and touch you. If you might have done that cat-hair gayuma thing, I must say that it worked. Absolute approval, I suppose. Like five thumbs up, if you had them. Sometimes I feel the need to write something sweet and poetic to make you notice me and smile. To see an email pop in your inbox, I know, it should whirl your hair. I miss that expression, that kid-like fancy; when I pinched you too much on your arm it hurt, I can not make words more for the silly-ness of you and my emotions.

With glee and heart-shaped smiles.


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kind of weird that I send emails to your work mail. I feel like I’m your client or something.

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