Dear D,
I am waiting for you. Please don’t let me down.
There is such graceful beauty in unknown. So much potential is what is yet to come.
But you aren’t real, and it’s up to me to bring you to life. I am so scared that I will never live up to potential I have set for myself, D. But I am no longer a child, and I know that wishing on stars and frosted confectionaries do nothing more than spread germs and false hope.
I’m up for the challenge.
-L
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