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Dear Love


Dear Love,

It’s been a while. 487 days to be exact, but who’s counting? I was thinking of you today, one of those unexpected memories that took over my mind and wouldn’t leave. You know I could never forget you, but the little things are starting to slip away. Like the way your smile looked when you were sad but trying to cover it up, or the way that your laugh sounded when you tried to hold it in but couldn’t any longer. The sparkle that was always in your eye, or the way that it slowly faded.

Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m forgetting. Maybe that means that I’ll finally be able to move on, to not have your face force its way into my mind in the moments when I just want some peace, to be able to smile without feeling burdened by sadness.

And I know that you’ll probably never read these letters, but if you do, I just want you to know that you ruined my life and I will always love you.