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Dear Frank,
Last year I mailed you two postcards, “Next year, I want to get my tree with you” and “I will not wear mistletoe to work,” both referring to the same crush.
I was bowled over just now to see that someone had wondered how my first secret turned out.
This year, I will celebrate the holiday with someone wonderful … but he’s not the guy I wrote those secrets about. Even if I hadn’t fallen in love this year, this Christmas would find me fairly indifferent to the person I mentioned in that postcard.
Time work wonders.
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I don’t know yet.
But sometimes I’m afraid that they’re things I’ve already done.
What if I could change them now, but I won’t know that I should (have) until it’s too late?](http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvampxSSeA1qzo77fo1_500.jpg)

