There’s this girl I’ve known since living in the dorms freshman year. You could always find her smoking marlboro menthol lights in a black parka. You could always count on her to have other types of cigarettes on her because she knew the truth: menthol cigs are fucking disgusting. She has without a doubt the prettiest face I—or any of my friends have ever seen. She has the sweetest and most genuine personality that has remained unmatched to this day. We would have all fallen in love with her then but, she was overweight. We’ve all lost touch with her, unfortunately.
I saw her the other day and she took my breath away—literally. She lost a lot of weight, which only made her mouth and lips look fucking ridiculous and dimples show more. We were all so fucking shallow. I am sorry… I am sorry we did not treat you the way you deserved because of what your body looked like. But now, I am sure you are setting the world on fire…
(p.s. I have a similar picture of you from freshman year. Too bad you don't smoke anymore, I would love another one!)