Dear someone,

I saw your face today. And the way my hear did race today. And my loss of words to say. And no matter what it is anda say, it seems like it was just yesterday, when anda broke my hati, tengah-tengah that day. So now each and every night before bed, I lay and before I sleep and snore in bed, I fight with the words in my head, As they stumble around unlike the words thy head. The ones in mine haven't gotten over anda yet. I imagine you'll never read this, but my hati, tengah-tengah is what leads to this. And even if anda one hari read this, now that my lips have freed this, would anda even now what it's about, who it's about? Because it is about the breaking of my heart, done sejak thou.

Sincerely,
Someone anda probably won't remember now that anda have Ashley.

P.S. Who ever anda are, who ever anda aren't, when anda read this, beware of my bleeding eyes and crying heart.