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⤷ In which Emma write love letters to her future lover. Then she would send them to who knows where. She doesn't know who or if someone is receiving them. She just hopes that whoever reads them gets something out of it, like h...
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SOME TYPE OF LOVE :: xiii, floating
April 9
Dear Random Person,
Do you ever feel like you're just floating? Basically on cloud nine. It's what I feel all the time after I get a letter from you. I don't know, I just think you have a very vibrant personality. How do you think we got here? This part in our lives? Where you send letters and hope for someone to read, then I write them but never send them?
I don't know why I'm so nervous for sending them. Maybe cause I don't know your address. I mean, I go to my mailbox and when I take the mail out, I hope to see an address finally on the envelope. But that's probably cause you maybe think a killer could be reading these so I don't blame you lol.
I wonder what your everyday life is like. Maybe like work, sleep, and eat with the sidelines of personal attire, right? That's at least what mine is like. Eat, sleep, work. The time I really only get off is vacation time which I have a lot of those. 322 days of vacation time to be exact. Yeah, I rarely use them. I just happened to be one of those people who really love their job. Having an office job is not all that bad. Yeah my boss is a douche but the pay is good.
Do you feel like you're floating sometimes?
Have A Lovely Day, Isabelle
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