A Decade-Old Draft

Our ten years.

Bits and pieces, scattered thoughts, rambling and assorted odds and ends.

[Knowing we're separated by time and space, I still put my love in an envelope every day.]

[Content warning: A short first-person story. I'll write whatever I feel like, and you can read it however you like.]

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Theme: Smiling brightly, blurred by blood and tears.