a different kind of love letter
I've been writing you letters again. In my head, I mean, because writing them down would be too dangerous, too convenient, too real.
Now don't get excited yet. They aren't anything great, these letters. Just small facts, and tid-bits, and complaints, and questions - -some that you can answer and some you can't and some you can't answer with full faith but will come up with a reply that you know will comfort me without technically being a lie.
They're life.... In writing.
For you.
Silly, I know.
Now don't get excited yet. They aren't anything great, these letters. Just small facts, and tid-bits, and complaints, and questions - -some that you can answer and some you can't and some you can't answer with full faith but will come up with a reply that you know will comfort me without technically being a lie.
They're life.... In writing.
For you.
Silly, I know.
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