the problem with your smile is that it's gone..

ANNA ESTHER SVIDERSKY;

it's been three years.
sometimes i forget it ever happened, and i think about when the next time i'll talk to you will be. and then i remember that i'll have to wait to get to heaven.
i see things and think of things that i think you'd like, and go to text them to you, and then i remember that you don't get very good service up there.

your birthday's in less than a week, you'd be 21, and i would've heard about your drunken craziness.
i hope jesus throws you a party. (:

i'm going to frickin washington.
i'll bring you whatever you want.

(& you defs just winked at me.)

love you bbygirl.