This man made my week. Six weeks later, I got a letter and gratefully Matt still exists. I promised myself I wouldn't be a letter-waiter, or cheesy and say stuff like "I love my missionary!" but y'know what
I LOVE MY MISSIONARY
and I sprinted across campus to get it, and if that makes me very zoobie BYUish, then so be it. I embrace my lonely missionary widower tendencies.
1 comments:
that is one sexy mailman. So I'm glad you got your letter and now you can't say, "it's been 4 weeks Katie and I still don't have a letter". Just remember that the Philliphines is a long boat ride away and it takes a bit for the mail to come. Love ya sis.
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