dear copper lucas styles,
you've probably been expecting being added in here. i mean, you're always in these books whenever i write them, ever since the veeeeeeeery beginning. that probably says something about you, right? you've made the cut approximately seven hundred million times, give or take a few. well, that's because i love you very much, puppy-boy, and i don't know why you were so surprised the other night when i said i was fond of you. you should very well know that by now, or else i wouldn't have kept you around. we've been through thick and thin together, but we started drifting, which really sucks. i feel like (read: hope) that we're getting back to normal, because i don't know what i would do without you. i love you, thanks for always being a safe place for me, coppy.
love,
wilhelmina marjorie hill
p.s. i love my christmas present
p.s.s. i didn't read that over so any mistakes aren't my fault
[ media: you being a giant and making me feel like a midget ]
