"The Last Unsent Letter"
I tried to feel my hands, and they felt rough. I decided to pump out lotion on it and started to rub my palms together. Suddenly the floral and vanilla-like scent attacked my nostrils. Simultaneously, our memories rushed back to me all at once. I stood there in disbelief. I let out a humorless laugh.
I decided to get out of my room and opened my laptop.
For a while, I stared at the blinking cursor on the upper left of the whole white and empty space.
Then my hands, as if they had minds of their own, started typing.
Dear You,
Yesterday, I talked about you with my friends. I told them about what you said. While they were telling me about their disappointment, I liked the way I talked about you. It was so casual as if I was just talking about how my day went. Unlike before, I don't have to pretend that the thought of you doesn't affect me anymore.
Sincerely,
Not Yours
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