Dear you,
I saw you today.
Not a doppelgänger, it was really and truly you.
I was walking in the street and all of a sudden a car came from nowhere and slammed on the brakes seconds before hitting me, and I looked at the driver in numb shock and all I could think was...
It's you.
I know it was you because as soon as you saw me, you went completely pale and pulled a Polaroid from your pocket.
I remember that photo, that day on the beach. It was windy and cloudy but we were still having fun, looking at it from a different perspective. You always looked so beautiful on Polaroids. I remember taking what seemed like millions of pictures that day.
I pulled a copy out of my pocket.
You drove off.
I'm still in the same house. I never moved.
Love, me
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Someday
RandomA series of letters from a past lover to another. This story was written for the 2015 Writing Games as hosted on Pinterest. All credits to me, Mikayla Holmes.
