* Killing two birds with one stone, here we go ;)
Dear Ellina,
It has been some time since we last spoke. Although it's just a few weeks, it feels like it's been years and years.
I'm not sure how we got here, but I'm sorry that we have. I remember times when things were simpler, happier. I hate to admit it, but I think we've been taking things for granted for way too long.
I guess I'm trying to sound really intelligent and all that, but maybe what I'm saying is that I'm sorry. Sorry that I didn't stop you from leaving and sorry that now I feel like a complete idiot because I desperately need you here but was just too downright proud to admit it.
I know I used to hate it when you'd ramble on and on about the things you had experienced in a day. I recall how I would cringe or recoil from you whenever you reached out to offer me a hug.
I wish I could have you offer me those things now.
When I finally go this time, I will go empty handed. I cannot take anything with me, even if I want to. I had always known this would be a solo trip, yet I never imagined it would feel this hollow.
Would it be too much to ask for you to come meet me? Just one more time?
I promise I will be nice and that I won't dwell on old things.
Please forgive me and say you'll be there at the bus stop before 3pm.
Thanks, goodbye and hope to see you then.
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* All details described above are purely fictional, and any perceived representation to any persons alive or dead is entirely coincidental.
Dear Ellina,
It has been some time since we last spoke. Although it's just a few weeks, it feels like it's been years and years.
I'm not sure how we got here, but I'm sorry that we have. I remember times when things were simpler, happier. I hate to admit it, but I think we've been taking things for granted for way too long.
I guess I'm trying to sound really intelligent and all that, but maybe what I'm saying is that I'm sorry. Sorry that I didn't stop you from leaving and sorry that now I feel like a complete idiot because I desperately need you here but was just too downright proud to admit it.
I know I used to hate it when you'd ramble on and on about the things you had experienced in a day. I recall how I would cringe or recoil from you whenever you reached out to offer me a hug.
I wish I could have you offer me those things now.
When I finally go this time, I will go empty handed. I cannot take anything with me, even if I want to. I had always known this would be a solo trip, yet I never imagined it would feel this hollow.
Would it be too much to ask for you to come meet me? Just one more time?
I promise I will be nice and that I won't dwell on old things.
Please forgive me and say you'll be there at the bus stop before 3pm.
Thanks, goodbye and hope to see you then.
---
* All details described above are purely fictional, and any perceived representation to any persons alive or dead is entirely coincidental.
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