Dear: You
Thanks for leaving your beer full and walking me home so we could kiss across my rickety old bike. After 10 years I still get choked up thinking about it. Keep those kisses coming.
Dear: Small Hill
Thanks for being great to roll down, again and again. And, thanks for being small with soft grass and no rocks so it was just pure enjoyment.
You were kind of up and down, frankly. But, wow, now that 35 of you have passed by, I must say your net effect is pretty positive. I love that you've made me comfortable in my skin, unafraid of my intellect, and able to be vulnerable. I can't wait to find out what comes next.
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