Dear best friend,
It has been two days since my last letter. How is your work going and how did your job interview (if the interview has already passed I mean) go?
I am in talks about securing my independent residence within the next few months hopefully and this’ll be only once things with my family are completely concretely laid down with an actual place(like I said, within the next few months or sooner).
So, I’ll keep you updated.
I hope your false one is leaving you be and letting you have your own independent life away from their selfishness and rudeness.
I will keep you in my prayers and thoughts.
Love, your best friend
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Perchance, are these letters to yourself? Creating hope & expectancy for this transition so soon to take place which you mentioned before?
Sweet!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕