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Dear Chelle, I wanted to write you a letter. Today is October 31st. Halloween of 2002. You are 23 years old. 23, wow. Do you remember when all you wanted to be was 18? 21? You're living in San Diego, CA.. quite possibly the nicest place you've ever lived or visited. Your living arrangements at the present time leave something to be desired, but you thank God every day that you live in San Diego. Or maybe you just thank him for living in America. You'll probably look back at this letter and laugh. That's just how you are.. always laughing.. always trying to be the happy-go-lucky kid that everyone sees and loves. Overall, Chelle, you're a good person. You love animals. You'd do almost anything to help an animal. To save an animal. You work at a pet store, at PETCO to be exact. You see a lot of great things there.. a lot of animals go to great homes. You also see a lot of things that break your heart. Such is the curse of being overly humane. You love your family so much that sometimes.. it hurts. You have a few friends, but not a lot. I guess you've always been the girl who just didn't quite fit in. Way before "not fitting in" was cool. You miss people. Little pieces of you are scattered among the people who have walked out of your life and among the people you're holding onto that are not holding on to you. You miss Steph, but you realize that there is a time for letting go. You've done too much letting go. You miss Sara, but you know that she's ALWAYS there. You treasure her beyond words. She is your everlasting star. You like a boy. This boy has black hair and green eyes, and you believe that he is your wonder boy - the other half that makes you complete. This boy makes you think, he makes you laugh, and most of all, he makes you hope. Right now you hope that one nite soon, you will lay down next to him and the sun will never rise to bring the day. You hope that 5 years from now, he will be sitting beside you reading this letter with his hand on your knee. He is the rain that washes you away. You're a dreamer who feels like she's run out of dreams... A hopeless romantic who's almost run out of hope. You wish on every star and look for the end of every rainbow. You long to find the place where broken people go to get fixed. You live in the light, but treasure the darkness. You are in love with music, but sometimes you don't know the words. You always sing along anyway. You laugh. Hard and often. You'd die for your family, or your country, or for the chance to curl up next to a boy and breathe in time with him. Thanks for listening, Chelle. Until next time.. God speed. I remain... Currently reading: old letters Listening to: Dashboard - Hands Down (unplugged) Thinking of: a boy -*-*-*- 31 Oct 02 that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement to leave off eating animals.." -HD Thoreau 
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