I must have been outright daft to be this out of touch.
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What once wrapped around and preoccupied, is now a mystery, is latitudes away; as if simply orbiting my hands; I can’t seem to grasp it. The lack of sleep on this trans-continental trek has me reminiscing of better days, dwelling on each inch that separates us.
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We saw things together we never thought possible.
In the world.
In each other.
I can say that knowing full well we will both drift back
to the very same memory with even that simple, broad sentence.
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Although those moments are scorched love and will remain the highlights of my adult life, I cannot keep writing or thinking of you. Like post-hominess record sales, you too have been building in my head as something far greater than a past romance; a lost opportunity. A missing friend. A symbol of what could be, and a constant reminder of my mistakes and foolishness. I wonder what you’re doing now, knowing I’m the reason I’ll never know the answer.
Huddled into a cold Salt Lake airport, sketching my emotions into this letter makes as much sense as saying goodbye in the first place. I was and stay a fool. I don’t expect you to understand, in fact, my sober mind would never allow you to know; but these sleepless mornings leave way for loose lips and idle hands.
