When I got home from work, dad handed me my credit card bill, which is not my idea of real mail and then casually mentioned that there was some other mail too. A package. A package from California. A package from a really cute missionary in California. I was not expecting to get my birthday present until next week, so it was definitely a very pleasant surprise.
Inside, I found a very sweet letter in which Justin promised he would make my twenty-third birthday worth my two missed birthdays (this year and next) and I also found this:
I love this shirt. Not only does it speak my true feelings, it smells like Justin.
I love it.
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