An Open Letter To My Favorite Person

When I express my love to you, I know how much I love it (And I want you to acknowledge that I am you best friend of my best friend Because I know the thought) Because I eat the last part of bacon, I hate you from time to time, but of course, because you are a chef, you need to get bacon

First of all, I would like to thank you for being my favorite person. I did not think there was anyone I like. In addition, I always thought that I want brothers, I can share my secret with others, and I am concerned about it every day talking about it. Even if it is 4 AM or even half drunk, I know how much you love me and how you listen to my annoying complaints. You are the only person in the world to talk to me, day and night till the sun rises. If you think about how much we can talk about, it's crazy. We can speak forever; it is actually crazy. Why do not we run out of themes? This is crazy!

We have had quite a lot of experience. I told you I was your lawyer. Yes, I will go to law school, so I can help you with all these labor contracts and you can take 10% of your salary. Hello! People think that we like each other if you really think about how much we care about each other. LOL Crazy?

I have never experienced such love. Because we are unrelated to blood, because you are the only one who can love me unconsciously in the world. Your love is so pure, it is no wonder you are my best friend.

Do you remember when you lost your phone near 74th Street Street as you danced around me in the snow? This is our first memory of February. It is not my favorite, but there is an unforgettable moment here.

When I was crying on Queensway's street, I did not complain about cooking bacon whenever I was afraid of bacon stir-frying. Please check me. I have had a lot of experience until the sun has risen, but the most important thing is to choose my side instead of someone else and protect me like your sister.

Even though we are 85 years old, I know that we can be friends and bacon can be with us. I hope you know that you are safe in my mind. Thank you for giving me the purest love and for loving me like your own sister. You are awesome. I will not exchange it for the world. I hope that you and I have accomplished everything on the ground.

Hello everyone. I am sitting on a balcony, my kids are enjoying the sun and write an open letter. I am the person who is not the most interested in politics, and there is no party like most people. People I like are all the work they do. Please do not collect. Let not only the work and work of MODI government in recent years but also that work speak louder than words. This will be a view of ordinary people. Let's summarize the experience of the following three main parts. I am not an economist, so everything I share is an experience of a normal person. That's why this open letter relates to ordinary people.

Okay, I hate open letters, you dislike public characters. They are tired, and after completing, I am planning to punish them today since today as they have already entered an "open letter" there. Although not precisely decided, it may include looking at Mr. Trump 's speech on economics / diplomacy / global warming. And this opens an orange clockwork style. So believe. I know this is a bad way to speak with people, but because there are many of you, we really need to speak

I am a very important person, I can write an open letter. No, these feelings suffocate in wet binder with my important saliva and are not confined to closed letters that passed the underprivileged socialist tax drener with low wages. No, I need to keep it open. Therefore, you can see that it helped solve the problem. This open letter is actually meant only to be read by people with the same political and social identity as myself. There is no better way to disseminate the perception of the problems we are facing, not the serious delays and reverberations that convey our message to the stainless steel room. If you are going to achieve political change and social justice, there is nothing as effective as an echo chamber.