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Letters To My Lover #5

One fifteen am. I like the night because it connects me to the universe. Brings it a little closer. Drunk on the beach, talking, breathing, just being until the sun comes up is ideal. We can bring blankets and sleep under the stars. Doze off to the rhythm of the water gently kissing the shore and the sound of our heartbeats pulsing against each other until they synchronize into one steady beat. As I write this, I can see the city lights at home from all the way across the lake. I can see the stars in the sky and maybe, just maybe, they’re working their way into alignment for you and me right at this very moment. Boy, do I wish you were here.

Truly yours,


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