Dear Mr. Big

Dear Mr. Big,

I some times (more often than I like) want to pick up the phone and tell you about the massive pains you brought to my life. You came to my life when I was more fragile than a flower bloomed in a late day of fall and you left the flower in the cold of winter to freeze. You forgot this flower has its roots deep in the soil; deeper than cold or winter. You forgot it doesn't matter the flower has no petals left. You forgot the spring is on its way...Yesh you forgot

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