Letters

Dear Mr. Rossi,

I'm sorry we couldn't be friends. I like the idea of you, really, but when I see you in person my arms start to itch and my eyes get all watery and I just can't keep it together. I have to run away.
Next time I rush off, look around. I'll drop a piece of paper with the address to my new apartment on it, send me letters whenever you want.

Love,
Lola Meyers

Oh John,

What am I to say to you after last night? It was so sweet of you to propose, but surely you can understand that after only five years of dating I couldn't possibly commit. You know, after all, how long it took for me to...well, I couldn't even say in a letter. I don't trust the postman, he looks at me sometimes.

-Mona

Ryan,

wth...

;)
Cya tonite.

Lizzy