A Hand-Picked Flower

Relief. That's what this is. We're still friends? What? 
I literally am so happy. Not just content. I am happy all the time, except when you're not.(All I could think of was Dennis.) And even then, I'm glad my company is valued. The one-year mark will come and go and we'll miss it because it doesn't matter. This is what it's supposed to be like. 

You are running me down. I can't deal. I know how to speak English. I understand our vernacular. Newsflash: I don't think about you all the time. Don't flatter yourself by acting like I need disclaimers to comprehend what you say to me.

You're finally getting your letter. I promise.