A PostcardTo the man I love, to my future.The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots in the sky, wondering when our stars would align.I often think of where you are and if you’re happy. Are you in love? I hope she is gentle. I know you and I are the same in that way—we bruise a little more easily than most. You see, our souls were made in the same breath. I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page. And we will realize that we have known each other all along.
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Аноним6 января 2023 г.The truth is there are pieces of me in everything I have written to you, for you. After all, what is a poet but a composite of her love letters?0243