Dear Ryan Gosling look-alike,
Or was it really you Ryan? No, couldn't be. Nevertheless, I think I stopped breathing for a Guinness World Record-breaking fifteen minutes.
Dear William P. Young,
Your book, "The Shack" made me cry in the subway, during rush hour. When I tried to restrain myself, I ended up sort of silently sobbing. Not many books have done that to me.
Dear future husband,
I hope you enjoy coffee as much as I do. Today I went to three different cafes, one after another, just for the sake of testing out their barista and blend. Tell me I'm not mental. We could battle caffeine withdrawal symptoms together later, yay!
Dear below freezing temperatures,
You make my nose and cheeks embarassingly drunk-red, and my ears want to fall off. You definately make it hard to get out of bed in the mornings thanks to my ice-box bedroom. But stick around... you do make everything better.
You have satisfied my soul.
Dear Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf,
You were the only franchise cafe that offered me true New York cheesecake in th city. You don't know how hard I've searched far and wide, so kudos to you!
Thank you for helping me tick off one by one, the boxes in my mental list. You are too good.
Remember that you're not just surrounded by problems, but you are surrounded by divine favour.
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