Next Sunday morning.

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Dear S,
I’m recreating these memories whenever I can. I go to our cafe by the ocean and I order your hazelnut coffee and chocolate croissant. It makes me smile every time the young waiter asks about you because he knows that if I’m there, you should be there too. I go there on Sunday mornings and every time I hold my breath hoping you’ll be sitting on our table, sipping your coffee slowly and flipping through the newspapers impatiently until I get there. Be there next Sunday morning.”
Love always,

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