Monday, July 20, 2015

Thought I'd write you a note for every day that we spend in silence. Filling it with so many questions and no answers... Leaving that book behind with you, so you could write the answers to yourself. Worry not, it only sounds like too much. Because, I have the same questions every day. Maybe, the same ones that are going on in your head.

Yes, it pains me to not know the answers. It's that pain you'll see on every page. The pain of not knowing. The pain of being in the dark, being really far. A pain I'm learning to make peace with. A pain that resides with the pleasure of having known you... 

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