this letter will never be sent
what can I say that I haven't already said- swirls of emotions get the better of us. perhaps in another time things would be different, however I'm not romanticizing the idea. within the delicate process of intwining thoughts; an inner dialogue drove a spike- severing the crimson string between you and I. can this admission of error be redeemed or will it succumb to fallacy. you think you've forgotten scaring of ones inner self that left you stranded- dead in the water; but it still festers in low times.