dear luke,
and so you did go to p. sherman 42 wallabay way, sydney.
it was nice seeing you.
i saw you come in sporting a black leather jacket, black vans shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and black vans. and now i am guessing that black is your favorite color. i saw how you asked the lady in the front desk about me and where i am. but unfortunately, i was busy in dealing with some teens and they just asked you to leave the letter with them and they'd just hand it to me later on. if you ask me how i saw and heard the whole thing, i was peeking by the door opposite the desk. bet you didn't see me.
you are indeed awkwardly tall, blonde hair forcefully raised up to the ceiling, a fancy lip ring on the right side, and i suppose, deep blue eyes. what an 18 year old. the second you came in, i knew it was you.
i kinda like it this way, you know, writing letters and sounding so fancy and formal rather than tapping the screen of my phone and instantly having a reply. because letters like this aren't easily deleted like instant messages, these are papers that have great value. i hope you understand.
see you soon. :)
sincerely,
macyps:
beautiful things can happen if you believe :)

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