Aurgh... Today was just one of those days. You know, the kind where you spend the first half of the day walking around on shin splints instead of trying to make them better, then you sleep under a riser for a few hours, then you follow your boyfriend around like a lost puppy because you think that will make you feel better, but then really it just ends up making you feel more pitiful because people keep giving you these looks that say "you could do better" but you really couldn't do better—and that's not because you're not good enough, because you are. It's because he really is great, but no one gets that. You can't just jump up and tell them they're wrong, though, because no one seems to understand that he really is the best you could hope for.
(If you were directed here from Facebook, you know what I'm talking about.)
Dear Eli,
I love you. That is all.
Love, me.
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