Dear Nathan,
It must be really fun to be in a sports team. I have no idea how that felt like since I have never tried playing one (and if I did, I sucked at it.) You must be good in soccer then. ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
Where do I see myself ten years from now? Hm. Probably, still doing arts and pursuing it. I just want to see myself promoting arts, specifically paintings, since that was the only one I grew fond of.
That 'once in a lifetime' thing people always say . . . I don't really believe in it. There were many times I was told to do something I'm not prepared of doing just because they thought, it's only once in a lifetime and I should really grab it before someone does. And they do say, “You only live one.”
But it wasn't that way for me.
I mean, life's not a race. Opportunities come for those who are prepared. And we don't just live once. We die once, we live everyday.
And I like burgers. ╰(´꒳')╯
P. S. You go with deep questions, huh? Wait.
P. P. S. They say, ambitions that are made by a kid are all beautiful; when you were around that age, what was something you ever dreamed of becoming?
Curious,
Samantha
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Teen FictionDiary entries. Letters. An Ad. After a consecutive peaks of trouble (and an awkward call), Samantha found herself exchanging letters with someone named Nathan. As the days passed, they found themselves sharing deep conversations, wishes and likes...
