Dear Callumz,
I hate that everything bad seems to just happen to you. It's not fair; you don't deserve it. You're a good person- the best person- and you should be treated as such every day of your life.
You can manage to deal with me and all my insecurities, and all my evilness, and you never judge or belittle me. Instead you just hold me and tell me it will all be okay, or you laugh with me and submit your own ideas.
We're halfway to four hundred. It seems like just yesterday we were back at six hundred. These days just fly by, because I have you in a million ways that seem impossible.
Love always,
Kaiteh.
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