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these letters you'll never read
December 19th, 2011
Dear that boy,
I'm writing these letters to you, these letters you'll never read. Perhaps one day you will. It's highly unlikely. I'm writing these letters just for myself, filling in the details with thoughts pulled from my memories and words pulled from my diary. The dates on these should be roughly accurate.
So why am I writing these? Well, darling, I'm writing out our story. And I know our story isn't much. Honestly, it's not overly exciting or in the least bit extraordinary. All I know is that it's just... us. And we matter too. To me, at least.
I'm sure that even if someone found these letters, they wouldn't even read them all the way through. It's just not that interesting. But nevertheless, it still matters to me. This isn't for anyone else. This is for me.
And that's all I need.
Love, that girl.
Dear that boy,
I'm writing these letters to you, these letters you'll never read. Perhaps one day you will. It's highly unlikely. I'm writing these letters just for myself, filling in the details with thoughts pulled from my memories and words pulled from my diary. The dates on these should be roughly accurate.
So why am I writing these? Well, darling, I'm writing out our story. And I know our story isn't much. Honestly, it's not overly exciting or in the least bit extraordinary. All I know is that it's just... us. And we matter too. To me, at least.
I'm sure that even if someone found these letters, they wouldn't even read them all the way through. It's just not that interesting. But nevertheless, it still matters to me. This isn't for anyone else. This is for me.
And that's all I need.
Love, that girl.