My prescription glasses are somewhat broken. One of the tiny screws at the hinge broke off...not completely, so one of the legs wobbles loosely. It's rather peculiar because I rarely wear my glasses. I'm terrified to go to the optometrist since my eyesight is terrible and it's not something I can improve.
Who am I kidding? I write on and on as if my life is interesting when all I ever do is lay in bed in my sea of blankets, waiting for you to just call. I miss you.
There's no denying that while you and I endure some of the most complex and serious problems, every time I see you smile it all goes away.
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