My dear one,Tonight I performed as a soloist for a symphony concert. My beloved teacher had given me a gift certificate for a hair updo and makeup at a local salon. That, combined with the dress I had purchased for the occasion, made me feel quite like a princess. Quite a rare feeling, actually. One of my few good friends here offered to help me get ready in the green room before the concert, and her assistance was most appreciated and helped to ward off any pre-performance nerves. Yet after the event, this dear friend was too tired for any kind of celebrating, so I just drove directly home. It was then that I thought of you. If you were here with me, would you have bought me flowers and handed them to me during the applause? Would you have taken me to a little restaurant afterwards for a sweet treat to help me celebrate? I suppose I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself right now. The friends I have are never beside me when I need them most. Cannot God's love for me actually feel like it is more than sufficient? Why do I always feel so lonely if He is ever present with me?
Waiting,
Me
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