Dear Seth,

Tonight, as I walk home, I am smiling. I know that when I close my eyes that I'll be dreaming of you. Can't wait. Might even sing to the top of my lungs. That's if I don't freeze to death first. Dude it's as cold as Maine. You know what I'm talking about.

Well I'll write more to you, as always, tomorrow. Take care and I hope that you have a great night and sweet dreams. And don't forget to smile. I think that's when I dream the most is when I think that you're smiling. Gives me those warm gooshy feelings inside. Ugh talking like a moon-eyed calf.

p.s. I love you