Boy with the broken heart,
Why do we never catch each other online? Such sad, silly little problems. How are you doing? I hope you’re okay. I wish I was there, so I could make you soup, and knit you a hat, to keep you warm when your heating is down. I’ll tell you that everything will be all right, your heart will heal, and she, whether it was the she you knew or the she you are yet to meet, will find you in the end.
I miss you.
-Girl with surplus love
Sometimes, I feel so, so much better.
