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Letters {Number 22}


My Dearest Love,
A strange thing happened. I was walking along the tree path, you know, the one that is beautiful and overwhelming and frightening and beautiful again? I was walking and there were butterflies fluttering in a group that was larger than any I had ever seen. As I walked closer, to get a better look, they immediately dispersed. In that moment I became filled with sadness and dismay. How is it possible to witness such beauty without you by my side?
Your Dearest Heart
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My Dearest Heart,
People always make mention that “time flies when you’re having fun”. But there’s never a mention of what time does when you’re “longing”, when you can’t imagine having to spend even one more minute away from the place you would really rather be. Can time stand still?
It feels like it.
Your Dearest Love

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