Remember how you told me that when I became an old lady, that my lipstick would smear out into the invisible fissures of my lips, like some lady you saw at a cashier's counter at a Berlin coffee house café? Well, you were right. Except I found a fabulous Magical Moringa oil moisturizer and now I have avoided that plight (for the time being). I've missed you, all these years, but in case you ever find this note, just know you're loved. Deeply. Thanks for all the late night musings and wisdom you shared with me, years ago, dear friend.
All My Love,
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“The way someone treats you is not a reflection of your worth: It’s a reflection of their emotional capacity,”
— Jillian Turecki.