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Westford, Massachusetts, United States



Shape,
I suppose this is the part where I admit I care about you. Please don’t make a big thing of it.
You are, objectively speaking, quite good. Better than average. Possibly even preferable. I have noticed that my days improve marginally when you are involved in them, which is inconvenient but consistent. I have attempted to ignore this data. It persists.
I like the way you exist. You do it in a manner I find reassuring. Your presence is calming, in the sense that I do not feel the urge to leave the room when you enter it. This is high praise.
If love is a series of small, rational decisions made against one’s better judgment, then yes, this appears to be that. I am fond of you. Unnecessarily so.
No action is required on your part. I simply felt it was time this was documented.
Yours,
Kin.