Hello Christine. It's me. No, not freshman Christine. She was such a dork. Writing you the address of druggie help groups for fear that Senior Christine would be a stoner. No. This is Old-fart Christine. Yea, I've been here all along. You can fool yourself with a spontaneous nature and child-like fascination with the world, but guess what, old farts are like that too.
I thought I could sneak up on you in the mirror someday, but I wasn't expecting you'd let a five year old loose with the camera.
Alright, so we all know you have bushy eyebrows and you keep telling yourself how cool your gray hairs are. But there I am. Those aren't dimples anymore sweetie... they're certified wrinkles. Baggy eyes, soft saggy cheeks.
Anyway, you little punk, keep up the good work. Keep loving and looking and following your gut. I know this picture makes you smile now. Remember that. Let wrinkles only show where smiles have been.
Seriously though... you might want to start wearing some lip gloss.