
The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before. My eyes were burning, I had been crying for such a long time. I couldn’t help myself from reading it over again. The letter was precious to me, the only one he ever wrote. I’ve kept it all this time and take it out once in a while. I’m usually sorry.
It is torture reading what was and never will be, all at the same time. We always talked, dreamed, but nothing ever came of it, nothing because we were too late in meeting. We had made other commitments and neither one of us had the courage to change. Now the decision has been made for us, the dream is gone and so is he.
I turned the pages over again, reading another time of the love that couldn’t be. I dabbed at my swollen eyes, folded the sheets and put them back in the envelope. It has a special place, a secret hidden part in my desk. I try to resist, but I know I will read it again soon. It’s a bittersweet and painful memory.
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Why burn it? I’m curios
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great piece of writing. xo
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Sad/good memories and unrealised dreams can have that effect. Nice writing, R! 😀
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She so needs to burn this letter 🙄. Seriously, it was a great read 😊
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I can so relate to this
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