My Dearest Susan,
Please don't mind the teardrops on this paper. You won't see them anyway. All because of that drunken idiot on that night sixteen years ago, I can't see you every morning when you wake up. I can't listen to you tell the grandkids that it's all going to be okay when the thunder shakes the whole house on the stormy nights in early summer. I won't be able to feel your lips that so very often touched mine as I left for work. I can't eat the delicious meals that were waiting for me when I got home. That drunken mess of a man took away my Susan, and for sixteen years I've woken from my sleep because of nightmares of you not being by my side only to realize you weren't there.
I'm sorry I couldn't have been by your side to swerve the car out of the way. I'm sorry I couldn't have been there to die with you. I don't want to live in a place where you aren't. I don't want to meet someone new because I love you, Susan. I love you with every part of my old and aching body. So, please don't mind my tears making the ink run over my words, but please, my dearest Susan, please know that I still love you like I did seventy years ago when I met you back in 1945. I love you, Susan, and I miss you so much.
Your husband,
Phillip
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Dear Soulmate...
RomansaSort of like a social experiment, I asked a lot of people to write a letter to their soulmate. They shared their deepest thoughts. Every chapter is a different one. All are completely legitimate. Enjoy!
