Perhaps I loved you or perhaps I was just desperate, but whatever it was is burried deep inside me now. We both missed our chances, and now our world's are being pulled apart. Maybe only I've noticed, but suddenly the tide grew stronger and I was pulled out to sea. In the future will our islands still connect? Will our bridge have been burned, or will it stand stronger? Looking forward I have but one fear; who will I really have left?
Love from .....
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
Perhaps I loved you or perhaps I was just desperate, but whatever it was is burried deep inside me now. We both missed our chances, and now our world's are being pulled apart. Maybe only I've noticed, but suddenly the tide grew stronger and I was pulled out to sea. In the future will our islands still connect? Will our bridge have been burned, or will it stand stronger? Looking forward I have but one fear; who will I really have left?
Love from .....
letter by Emily
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