Dearest Fringe,
I feel like I need to apologize. It’s been over a year since
we’ve been together, it’s just, I feel bad because I didn’t have the time or
energy for you. You are a full-time commitment, and that’s something I just
feel like I can’t be passive about.
But I do miss the way you make me feel. The way you frame my
face, how you tickle my eyebrows in the morning when I wake. How you make a
simple ponytail look so glamorous. The way, when my hair is long and
straightened, you make me feel like Zooey Deschanel. Unfortunately, combined
with short and straightened hair, you make me look like a space woman from Star
Trek, galacta girl, maybe even a 90s pop star. Just add a choker.
I’m not gonna lie, you freaked me out a little bit today. But
you’re growing on me, after I blow-dried you and fluffed up my hair. We can try
again – it just might work. But please don’t be too disappointed if I decide
that we no longer have good chemistry. Really, it’s not you, it’s me.
Even though it really is you.
Love,
Hannah
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