To My Dear One,
I look and I try to figure out our future. Cheap hostels across the continent. Weighing the cost of lodging with the cost of transportation and forgetting that I'll have to buy food while there. But I love the idea of cooking for the roommates. I love the idea that anything will make us happy there. Because we'll be together in that foreign land, hand in hand. The fact of the matter is that I love you and I miss you, but in a week I'll be on my aluminum vessel to be physically be with you once again.
Truly Yours,
Those Jolly Lions
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