A heartfelt letter on a park bench.
Dear Ambassador Fckfrg,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you from the park, a place that has always been a sanctuary for me. Today, it served as the backdrop for a conversation that has left me contemplating the vast possibilities life has to offer. My friend John joined me on the bench today, carrying a book about exotic pets. He shared with me his fascination with dragons - not the mythical, fire-breathing creatures of lore, but real, living creatures like Komodo dragons and bearded dragons. It was an unconventional choice, yet it felt so like John to choose the path less traveled. He spoke of his plans to provide the right environment for such a creature, converting a spare room into a terrarium, hiring a vet who specializes in reptiles. His determination was admirable, and I found myself saying, "Well, if anyone can make a home for a dragon, it's you, John." His eyes shone with anticipation as he thanked me, excited to embark on this new adventure. And as I sat there, listening to his plans, I realized something. I want to be a part of his adventure. I want to be there as he turns his spare room into a terrarium, as he learns to care for his dragon. I want to be there for all his adventures, because I've come to realize that I have feelings for him. I am writing to you, Ambassador, because I value your wisdom and guidance. I plan to confess my feelings to John. I don't know how he'll react, or if he even feels the same way. But I know that I need to tell him, for my own peace of mind. I would appreciate any advice you could offer as I prepare to embark on this new journey.
Thank you for your time, Ambassador. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely, Mi