Over the next however many years, you are going to get things. You know, just ... things: doodles on scraps of paper from cute boys, thoughtful words, cards, a book of poetry from someone's class project, trinkets, whatever. You will write sappy, cheesy poetry. Boys will give you love letters. Friends will make things for you. Save this shit! Please. Go get yourself a big box and decorate it. Carry it with you each time you move. No matter how much a break up sucks, save the letters. I promise you that someday when you are nearly 40 (I know. *gasp*), you will really, really want to read this stuff.
Lovingly,
37 year old Missy
P.S. stop bitching when your Mom plays the Clash in the car. It's not that bad.
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