ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ

Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel
about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.

_{[ It said 1 to 500 omfg I don’t even know whAT TO DO WITH YOU SOMETIMES but that’s okay because–well, you’re super duper really extra important to me? Yeah that’s about as eloquent as I can get about it but allow me to elaborate:}

_{Honestly you’re one of my best friends and I love you and I love writing with you. If I had known, two years, three months, and eighteen days ago what I was getting myself into by talking to you for the very first time, I still would have dove in head first. I mean, we may not talk as much as we used to (which I hate by the way) but sometimes I have this incessant urge to talk to you. And by sometimes I mean always.}

_{You’re just such a great writer, which I will always say no matter what, and I adore you with all of my heart. I mean honestly, remember when people shipped us? Wow our names do not mix well together, I’m still laughing about that by the way, because no it was not cute no matter what anyone said.}

_{I’m always happy to have an excuse to talk to you–in other words, wrITE ME A STARTER WOMAN or I shall write you one whatever you prefer. uwu Also get yo’ ass on AIM damn it. ]}