"Hey there,
So, I'm on the plane and I just read your YB message. Just so you know, it was picture perfect..Well, almost. As I read the words the plane started taking off, then I looked out as a single tear fell onto the pages and then that one Hilary Duff song you put on my iPod came on and ruined the Kodak montage. I realized that I never signed yours so slip this letter in there somewhere and we'll call it even. As for visiting, come anytime; my place is your place. I also think we should be penpals maybe? to help keep in touch? Oh and don't worry, I've made arrangements for Mario (the game, by the way) ....it's safe and awaiting your arrival, but enough of my departure! Its time for cheesy but useful wisdom in my pseudo-signing:
Claire, m'dear, this is Simonskeet. Thanks for being my best highschool bud! You're a true brah. We sure had a lot of fast times, good times, sweet times and rockin' times. Thanks for all of them. But I need to thank you the most for the shit times that made us stronger. I owe you an apology you see, late in grade 12 I realized a hypocrissy in myself. I'm living proof that you should make yourself #1, cause if you can't help yourself, how can you help others? And its okay to let people down, so long as you help them up again. Well then, time to leave you with a quote:
"The Great thing about ruins is onlu beauty comes from them; you can admire the mystery and memories or rebuild anew, repairing the mistakes of before" - Harrison Ford
I prefer the latter. Catch you on the flipside, space cowgirl.
xoxo Simonski
p.s, it's Bop-Ding! I win!"
My heart is bursting with love.
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