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The Letter Why haven't you written? As I think about you I take a slow deep breath remembering your sweet scent. Are you thinking of me like this, our first touch, our first kiss? Oh how I long to hear from you. I watch as the postman comes to my door carrying the letter I've been waiting for. I hold it close to my heart wanting to savor it forever feeling the warmth radiate off the letter into my being. With the tip of my finger gently outlining your name on the envelope as I slowly open it. Tears well up in my eyes a lump forms in my throat I now realize, I am touching my love the very last time. |
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