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Dear John
Letter Number Twelve
Dear Charlie,
These last few nights I had a dream about a girl that I’m assuming is you. She had dark hair and warm brown eyes. She carried herself with grace and spoke with intelligence. She had a light tan, but not dark enough for her to be an orange or oompa loompa.
My memory may not be the greatest, but I’m sure it was the last time I saw you. I couldn’t figure out where I met you until I had that dream.
We met at Kennedy’s graduation party that Aly must’ve dragged you to. You weren’t having any fun at all that night and I sat with you and we talked about everything and anything. I know how crazy this sounds right now, but I remember wanting to kiss you that whole night and I never did.
I should have.
Love,
John
These last few nights I had a dream about a girl that I’m assuming is you. She had dark hair and warm brown eyes. She carried herself with grace and spoke with intelligence. She had a light tan, but not dark enough for her to be an orange or oompa loompa.
My memory may not be the greatest, but I’m sure it was the last time I saw you. I couldn’t figure out where I met you until I had that dream.
We met at Kennedy’s graduation party that Aly must’ve dragged you to. You weren’t having any fun at all that night and I sat with you and we talked about everything and anything. I know how crazy this sounds right now, but I remember wanting to kiss you that whole night and I never did.
I should have.
Love,
John