Dearest Darling,
You see, your letters are the only thing I look forward to anymore. I am not sure if you feel the same way, but I hope you do. I ask that you meet me once more before Saturday, just so that I can see you again. If you can't, I probably won't be happy. I do want to see you, so don't make it so difficult. You know, sweetheart, I think I do love you. I may even keep on loving you until I get too old to know any better. And, even though you yell at me like you're my mother, I think you're still pretty special. That's how I know I'm in love; because I am out of my damn mind.
Love,
R. S.
Inspired by "Dear Corrine" by Ferraby Lionheart
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