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I am writing this letter with adequate postage and mailing it to You. Please, ignore the regrets in punctuation and run-on sentences. It is filled with enough of the cliche words about the one I love.
And it reads:
Dear Darling,
It's been a while since we said those things: the songs we sing and those three words that used to mean everything. I remember the rush when I said, "I love you," and you asked, "How much?" I showed you my outstretched hands. Well, sweetheart, I loved you more than that.
I'm sorry I let you down. Things just never worked out. Lies and your true intentions were lost by your heart's defenses.
Because, the truth is - you were the one thing that I adored. You were like the sweat dripping from every pore. And I would run up those steps just to feel you again; you're soft touch on my skin.
Don't think that I don't know that I am just flesh and bone. This fragile body will die like everyone else's very soon. But I can't stand the regret of such a short life without you.
Remember when on the phone I said, "If this is a dream, please, let me sleep forever." You replied that I would not be denied. It's not a dream, but what dreams are made of.
I'll stop now and let you think about the past. Take what you've learned. You don't have to write back.
P.S. I love you, but the rest was not true. But I got your attention.
So I wrote this letter. It should be arriving soon.
And it reads:
Dear Darling,
It's been a while since we said those things: the songs we sing and those three words that used to mean everything. I remember the rush when I said, "I love you," and you asked, "How much?" I showed you my outstretched hands. Well, sweetheart, I loved you more than that.
I'm sorry I let you down. Things just never worked out. Lies and your true intentions were lost by your heart's defenses.
Because, the truth is - you were the one thing that I adored. You were like the sweat dripping from every pore. And I would run up those steps just to feel you again; you're soft touch on my skin.
Don't think that I don't know that I am just flesh and bone. This fragile body will die like everyone else's very soon. But I can't stand the regret of such a short life without you.
Remember when on the phone I said, "If this is a dream, please, let me sleep forever." You replied that I would not be denied. It's not a dream, but what dreams are made of.
I'll stop now and let you think about the past. Take what you've learned. You don't have to write back.
P.S. I love you, but the rest was not true. But I got your attention.
So I wrote this letter. It should be arriving soon.