Dear Valentine, I have thought of you often. Not all the time, but often.
I'm dying and all I hear are insults!
Never, ever, ever give up.
I feel kind of depressed today... Do you ever have the feeling that life has passed you by? Worse than that... Sometimes I think life and I are going in opposite directions!
Aunt Marion was right... Never marry a musician, and never answer the door.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.