Dear K
Where is she? Sarah. The name still tugs and pulls at my heart. I feel my arms around her in the night. I feel my breath stop short at her neck.
What is she doing with her life?
Was there ever room for me or her?
God I miss her hands, on my back, in my hair, intertwined with mine.
I miss her lips and breath. I miss.
It is spring. I cut things off in winter. I told her that things had never worked out between us and that they never would. What a terrible thing to say. How do I go back? How do I take my words back from that? How do I say I'm sorry again? I can't. Not in anyway that means anything really. I just want to know that she's alright.
K
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