I am so happy for you. Really, I am.
This time, two years ago, you were saying to me that love was worthless, useless, hopeless. I am so glad you have found that it is not.
I hope she is everything I am not. I hope she's feminine, graceful, beautiful, sweet, never violent. I hope that she has sex appeal and a good personality.
It is the selfish side of me that is jealous. I will suppress this side. It is for the best. I would only hurt you. I see with my mind's vision a bruised apple and a pair of broken eyeglasses. The apple is choice, and my choices are skewed.
I hope she's beautiful.
I hope love is for you what I always wanted love for me to be like.
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Just basically, kino-no-ame blabbing on. Sometimes, she might talk about the people inside her head.