Love is fragile: Dear John, I’m writing this letter at the kitchen table, and I’m...
Dear John,
I’m writing this letter at the kitchen table, and I’m struggling because I don’t know how to say what I’m about to tell you. Part of me wishes that you were here with me so I could do this in person, but we both know that’s impossible. So here I am, groping for words with tears on my…
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