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Dear John,
"Enter" the time when you'd drive me up to the lake to cherish the scenery's beauty, and we'd witness the same in our love-locked eyes. Like our weekend adventures together, you were my dream "Esc." Your laughter reminds me of "Home," a place I could forever dwell and happily reminisce. You were such a gentleman, holding open doors, and picking up the "Tab." I loved dressing up for the occasion of you. If only I could "Scroll Lock" and "PrtScr" here, keeping this paragraph only in perspective.
Lately there has been a "Shift" and now I see your "Alt" rowdy self. I relinquish "Ctrl" over this person. I will not be responsible for your drinking habits and apathetic lack of ambition. I know we cannot "Back Space," but perhaps we can "Insert" an extended beginning, when you're ready to become that man that I adore.
I will say this with "Caps Lock" because I must get your attention! WE NEED A "BREAK"! We must "Pause" to contemplate our potential future together and what that may entail. I don't desire to "Delete" our story, nor do I want this to "End," but I will not settle for the status quo. As I push the "Spacebar" under my finger, I intend to wait, but I may continue typing without you....
Yours,
Perhaps
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