There are letters that can be sent and those that simply cannot.
The ones I sent are already yours. The ones I couldn't, are here, floating on the internet. Maybe someday you will find them and think of me as a dear friend. I worry you may not remember me. It is already too late to care for that though.

May these words find you someday when you are feeling unloved.
May you learn that all the love I had (have?) for you would have been enough to last a long, long time.

I will post letters to you, like messages in a bottle.
Wondering forever if you would ever find them.
Knowing that you will not.
And hoping against everything that is the truth, that you will.

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