Dear Purple Squier Sonic Stratocaster,

I am most grateful for you this Valentine’s Day. Ever since I bought you with my hard-earned money, you’ve brought me nothing but joy. Unlike couples who argue and fight, I can always enjoy your company. Together, we disrupt my hallmates’ sleep with nightly practice sessions of moody music (that, admittedly, should not be used as a coping mechanism). 

You’re a part of me — the purple guitar to my purple hair. Anyone who says this relationship is unhealthy is a hater. They simply don’t understand how our bond has blossomed in the past months. Even my mother doubted us, thinking I wouldn’t be able to balance my guitar and my academics. But we proved them wrong — our bond is stronger than ever!

On a happier note, you’ve helped bring me and my friends closer through jam sessions and a shared love for music. For that, I’m most grateful. The friends that stay close to me are the ones that truly deserve our love this Valentine’s Day. Friends like you, Purple Squier Sonic Stratocaster.

XOXO,

Freya



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