#dearblank

Dear —-, 

I guess sometimes things get found at the wrong time. Words get lost along the way. I’m still sad we never said goodbye or thanked each other for it all. I did not reopen the letter. I don’t think it’s mine to open. It seems kind of beautiful that some love is left safe and sealed in an old blue envelope. The bluejay stamp is three years tattered. Who knows where it’s been, but I hope it finds you okay this time. 

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