Dear PG,

How are you doing these days? Are you home? Will you come for me?

I’ve been mixing up with you for a year or so. You still remember the day that I met you? It was sort of coincident, ur. You hid yourself among the piles of people and that I took the trouble to pick you up. To be frank, before I meet you, I am very familiar with your siblings who are much more charming and popular than you. But I quite appreciate you. You really made me break the mold and then stimulated me to come up with a significant decision.

I made my promise to both you & me and I was trying to make it come true. Every time I felt distressed and isolated, you just came to stay with me and cheered me up. However, I was a happy-go-lucky sort. I didn’t quite take your sincere advice. Gradually, I began to pay for my misstep. I felt so remorseful that I dare not face you.Not long ago, you spared two days with me. It was a miserable happiness. We sat together without a word. From your glistening eyes, I understood everything?“I’m always with you, but you let yourself down.”

We are still friends, right? Will you give me a chance to pick you up once more?

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