not that kind of letter
I wrote you a letter, on paper. It seemed more significant than an e-mail.
And this way you can’t forward it to all of your friends.
I needed to say goodbye.
You might have been content to fade away, but I needed… I don’t know, closure or something.
Even if you never read it.
I had to send it anyway.
I went to post it this afternoon, to let you go, finally.
There were hearts painted on the mailbox.
I sometimes think the universe is mocking me.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Diane_Amy · September 24, 2010 at 9:19 am
Thank you for sharing this.
Beautiful thoughts, images, emotions.
I felt along with the words. We’ve all been there before.
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