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Dear Christopher,
You cannot begin to imagine your importance in my life. I'd plant a tree and tell you something cheesy like my love grow with every inch the tree sprouts, but trees die, and they grow so slowly. It would be 20 years before I'd have anything to show for it. So I'll plant a tree for you here, where it will never die, and always grow, big and strong and infinite. Like my cheesy, cliché, endless love for you.
Love Always,
Lindsey |
