Dearest Steps,

We see each other every day. You never cared before when I [made movements by lifting my foot and setting it down again] on you. Not once in an entire year have I heard you complain. Why then, do you choose now to start making [mental calm disturbances and put me to inconvenience]?

These aren't actually my stairs...if they were, I wouldn't be moving...

I know I don’t hang around very often with you, but you are [necessary to the existence, continuance, and well-being of the after-mentioned] to my day. I couldn’t get anywhere without you. You know that. Why do you suddenly have a problem with me?

I guess I just don’t [perceive or grasp this meaning]. Is it because I’m moving? Is it because I’m leaving? Or did you always [passionately dislike] me? I don’t know myself around you anymore. I feel like there’s someone watching, just waiting for the moment when you trip me and embarrass me again so they can take [enjoyment or satisfaction] in my [physical suffering and distress]

Seriously, steps, if you have a problem with me, say it to my [frontal part of my head containing my expressions].

…Well, you know what I mean. You don’t have to take this to a physical level, okay?

Just talk about it with me. I’ll always be there to give you a leg up in the world. I know I can count on you too.

With many regards, affectations, and enthusiasm,

~Jennie