Day 22

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Dear Luke,

I miss you already. Yesterday, I was so happy to be with you. I was happy to sit there next to you, being able to smell the body wash you always use. It meant something to me, and I know it didn't mean anything to you. When you walked up to me and smiled, it made me want to kiss you. Badly. I still can't stand how I'm slightly shorter than you but that's fine. I'll get over it. But I probably won't get over you.

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