Dearest L,
ā ā
Iām holding on to our last days together. Our walks by the ocean and the smell of those fresh cheese pies you made on Saturdays. I always thought it is folly to assume that if you love someone, they would return your love. I still think it is, but I believe in miracles now. You should know that I will come back even if it takes a miracle.
ā ā
Yours,
S.
I believe in miracles now.
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