Day 7: My ex
ooc: and then I worked a week of nights. I suck at this so badly
Dear Tara,
Only some days, I think of you. When I do, it is like a dream, half-remembered.
You are perfect. Though I know you were not so in reality, and yet my mind plays tricks.
It is not fitting that I think of you, not with Norrin standing beside me, knowing me, loving me.
And yet, you remain.
My love,
Y Ddraig
Dear Tara,
Only some days, I think of you. When I do, it is like a dream, half-remembered.
You are perfect. Though I know you were not so in reality, and yet my mind plays tricks.
It is not fitting that I think of you, not with Norrin standing beside me, knowing me, loving me.
And yet, you remain.
My love,
Y Ddraig