The Last Letter Of The Year

Earlier I wrote what I thought would be the last letter to my lover. . .
When I sat and read over it, it reflected nothing of a loving nature, so I sat and wrote another letter.
Though the one I am sending contains only half of the content I desire to make that being aware of, I am satisfied. I am at peace and I know I will soon again feel whole.

To be apart from someone you want to be near is such a pain, but during that time much will be learned. Much will be established and I will become more aware of who I am, what I want and how to get where I need to go. Not for once did my love stop me from doing that, and for that I am forever grateful.


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