Letter 358

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Dear Elizabeth,

I met someone.

We work together at a coffee shop and over time we have both started to have feelings for each other.

But she is not you.

God, why can't I get you out of my fucking head?

You got me like a fucking spell.

It's going to sound cliche but you've got me by a bloody red thread.

Just when I think I'm over you, I see your face in some damn magazine and my heart pounds.

I love you.

I can't stop doing it, because I don't know how.

I Love You.

N.





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