Letters {Number 33}

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My Dearest Love,
I do not quite know what to make of these things, these words that are filling up my space. These words that somehow feel as though they are filling me to the brim and draining me dry. Will it always be this way?
Always,
Your Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart,
There are so many moments that we only recognize once they have passed. It is rare indeed to carry on a life lived in this very moment. Right now is all we truly have but still, we believe in the promise of tomorrow.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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