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Dear You, I know this letter will never gets officially delivered to your doorstep, before your warm heart and feet leave your home. The content inside the crisp white sealed envelope, which was carefully crafted and folded may not hold anything newer or surprising. But rather, another foolishness plea, just like all my previously rendered letters to you that entailed my deepest, and true affirmation of how much I’m still in love with you. I’ve told myself many times to move on and pretend that nothing has ever happened between us. I wish I could force my heart to turn from fire to ice in a blink of an eye, because every time your name rings in my ears, my heart rate always becomes abnormal. Maybe, this ***** of mine is still numb enough to handle some more of those bruises and scars of yours. As I contemplate with what my future might hold, I yet came to realize that we’re not warranted obtaining everything our hearts desire. I guess that’s how life goes, and only time shall tell someday! Yours Truly, J Jobiranyc (2-2-19)
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Confession of a Stubborn Heart
Dear You, I know this letter will never gets officially delivered to your doorstep, before your warm heart and feet leave your home. The content inside the crisp white sealed envelope, which was carefully crafted and folded may not hold anything newer or surprising. But rather, another foolishness plea, just like all my previously rendered letters to you that entailed my deepest, and true affirmation of how much I’m still in love with you. I’ve told myself many times to move on and pretend that nothing has ever happened between us. I wish I could force my heart to turn from fire to ice in a blink of an eye, because every time your name rings in my ears, my heart rate always becomes abnormal. Maybe, this ***** of mine is still numb enough to handle some more of those bruises and scars of yours. As I contemplate with what my future might hold, I yet came to realize that we’re not warranted obtaining everything our hearts desire. I guess that’s how life goes, and only time shall tell someday! Yours Truly, J Jobiranyc (2-2-19)
From the “Unsent Letters” a book I am workin on, a book with collection of unsent letters that just collect dust in my heart.
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51/M/Here
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
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