Monday, July 30, 2012

Four Hundred and Seventy-Four

Dear Callumz,

I could tell you that today, you've already gotten your love letter, handwritten and all, tied up with a pretty bow and some chocolates. However because I'm the hopeless romantic that I am and always will be, I'm going to write another.

I love you, Callum. Making you happy brings a smile to my face and I love doing it. Your own smile is infectious- I can't help but grin stupidly every single time I see it.

I'm also so relieved- your mum doesn't have a problem with me. I don't think you'll even truly understand how much that actually means to me- to know that she's happy for us is something I think I will be grateful for every day of my life. To me it means that we can be together forever: no regrets, no secrets, no lies.

Love always,
Kaiteh.

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