Dearest "No One":
I got your letter today. I'm wishing I could see you, and maybe I will one day. At least in these letters, words, thoughts, dreams, paintings, pictures.
The nightmare called life seems to have stripped you bare. You said you thought I'd know what to say? Well I don't... (But that's never stopped me anyways).
Please don't cry for too long. But I know you will. I can still smell the salty tears on the edge of the paper.
I'm sorry that words will never be enough. Never enough. And it wouldn't matter if I pretended to hold you. You'd know it's just a lie. That's all we ever have.
But you're lovely, and wonderful. Someday... maybe you could tell me your real name?
Love,
Someone
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*TheWritersMeow
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