Dear Josh,
I saw you at Church this morning. You probably didn't even notice I hadn't turned up for a few weeks before last.
I was uncertain at first. I immediately stepped into the Church and could feel the heavy weight of my sins on my shoulders, and I wanted nothing more than to turn back around and continue my life as a sinner, or what little of it I have left.
But I saw you. You were singing with the choir boys. And although you were at the back, what with you being tall, you stood out. It was like a ray of sunlight shone on you to point out the guardian angel who was mine.
And I feel like you are exactly that; my guardian angel. Because whenever I feel down or consider leaving, thoughts of you are the only things that keep me going.
So I sat down. And watched you sing. You truly looked angelic. The light descending on your face made your sharp features more accentuated, and I saw highlights of a palette of Savannah sunset colours in your blond hair.
You're gorgeous, Josh.
When will I ever be able to tell you that?
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Dear Josh,
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