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Dear ___

Sometimes i have these dreams where im driving to your house, the perfect song is playing and the weather is beautiful. The air smells like the beach and i can almost taste the ocean. Then suddenly the waves are crashing and im driving faster and faster.Im running red lights now, making hairpin turns because some part of me knows you wont be there. Time jumps and im standing in your doorway and i swear i can hear your elvis record playing on the otherside. i reach for the handle and then i wake up. The silence of my apartment is deafening and i find myself humming our song. I get caught in the moment and then im see you, im seeing the beach, the sand, the way the tide dances across the horizon. im so terrible at letters. I think, the point of it all, the moment at the beach? The point was i never really knew who i was until then. The way you saw me at the beach? Thats who i am, that who we were.us. You know what i think? I think people like you never really say 'goodbye'. People like you say 'see you then'.

                                                                                      Yours _____