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.

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