My dearest love,
I know that it’s been too long but I hope you’ll give this letter a chance before emotion compels you to instantly toss it.
I’ve written these words a thousand times, but only now do they seem to flow naturally. I can but apologise for the time they have taken, but here they are and they are yours to hold close.
And hold them you must. So much pain has come of this already. Tears have become rivers. I know there is a hole where once your heart danced.
My darling, hear me.
It wasn’t your fault.
Hey, Listen
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