I lay on my bed, hungry and exhausted. And while the wind blows outside and my parents bicker inside, I can think only of you (and of how hungry I am--I eat plenty). My dear, you are the thought that circles my mind always. You are the rock on which I have chosen to stand. I love you dearly and always will.
Yours always and forever,
Vivi
My old love letter to +Walter Torres. Love you!
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