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Jun 2020
Hi, Bel.
It's me: Dan.
Hope you're well.
My mom said she misses
my old friend who used to like
I said
Maybe she misses me too.
Do you?
I remember the day I met you for the first time.
I could feel your legs breaking me when you
Jumped into my body.
I could swear you would never ever let me go again.
But you did.
Not that day
But the day when I came to your home
We sit on your home's floor
And we felt each other
as never before.
That day I cross your home's doorΒ Β and that day
was the last.
Would it be different if we had known it was it?
Love, Dan.
Letter I.
Written by
Dan Santos  19/M
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