Dear D
You sound like you're sorry. I kind of enjoy making you feel bad for neglecting me.
If I had known you would treat me this nicely and considerately if I told you how damn frustrating it can be to be your girlfriend, I would have done so long ago. Your mails aren't short and meaningless anymore, you actually tell me something and they're worth reading. I like them. They make me feel more confident about you.
...Actually I'm sorry for being mean. My anger was completely justifiable, you must admit, but seriously? I kind of feel bad about it sometimes, especially since I know you have problems too, not just me. I hope that problem with your family is cleared now; another misunderstanding just wouldn't be fair. Sometimes I really hate your parents, though they seemed like nice people when I met them. Okay that was years ago but still they made an okay impression.
My friend L was totally in love with your little sister the other day - I showed her a picture. She's so cute! I like to joke around that someday I'll adopt her. ;)
Oh, and you don't really have to promise me anything, you know? As long as you write often, don't say you will, just do it. That's the main point, my clumsy sweetheart.
/P.
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