Dear Jason,
Thanks for still being the greatest from halfway across the country. All it takes is hearing Suddenly Seymour bursting forth from my phone and my heart lights up at the prospect of hearing your voice on the other end of the line, probably walking down a street that doesn't look too unlike the ones I'm walking on, Wintry and snowy and crowded with people trying to stay warm. I could talk to you for days, weeks, and still be wishing I could come collapse on your futon in my pajamas to watch romantic comedies and listen to musicals no one has ever heard of before. I miss you all the time.
Love,
me
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