Dear John,
You told me the other day that I never make entries that just say, "I love you." And as conceited as that may sound, you're right. So here, I dedicate these words to you. So know that, no matter what has happened in the past, I love you endlessly. I really am the luckiest.
Love Always,
Alecia.
The Luckiest, by Ben Folds
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