Tuesday, April 26, 2016

No matter how honest and warm I began

I always ended up chopping my letter into one normal-but cold, impersonal, template like-sentence. For millions reasons. 

One for millions. 

Maybe some day I'll tell you a story about what growing up means to me. And I'll listen to yours.

Till then, I hope you're well and happy.

1 comment:

Alexis said...

Dear kristy,

is it an excuse?

one in millions..

a very kind and polite sentence
but, yet it's sound of (sorry).. awaaaay possible things that should do

kind of a way to overcalm something

anyway, nice :)