September
2016. Dear N., been thinking of you. You are not me, you’re entirely yourself
and must become more you. First time we met I felt there was no one like you. There’s
no way of going back to before I knew you. The present is where we carry around
the past, things we would’ve done differently, things we cannot undo. Even now
the present changes inside us, the more we reflect, the more we find faith.
Even our names change meaning over time. Yours ever is hardly a meaningful
sign-off. How about, yours in the fullness of time, N.
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