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.
Comments
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 :)