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Admittedly, babe… my memory for names of people I haven't met yet isn't the best, but… I'm pretty sure the family member you've been recently having some troubles with was already on my shit list. Ever since she made a comment on a selfie you posted on your birthday a couple of years ago…

Beautiful. The only appropriate comment was “beautiful”, full stop.

Side note… if you happened to wonder if I had anything particular in mind when I recently mentioned photos that bring out the color of your eyes? Well…

Surprised?

But… God… the way that your personality somehow shines through in it, just as surely as those absurdly beautiful eyes…

Well.

Personally, it's one of my favorite pictures taken in the history of photography, whatever what some very silly person had to say about it.

Got it open right now, babe.

Thinking of hitting the “like” button…

I mean.

To say I “like” this photo, or it's subject, is like saying the tides “like” the moon. That Orpheus “liked” Eurydice. Or Paris “liked” Helen, or Keats “liked” Brawne, or Cash “liked” June, or hell, that Wesley “liked” Buttercup.

Unmatched beauty. Unmatched personality.

I'm gonna do it. Doing it. Hitting like. Right. Now.

sigh

God, I've been wanting to do that for more than a year now.

And, that person? She can… well. I know that family runs deep, but that person… let's just forget about her, shall we?

Love you, beautiful. You deserve peace.

Yours.