Dear Arlando,
It's not like I think about you every single day, its not like I hack lines into my bedroom wall counting the days, or anything, but by my guess, it's about 688 days... A little short of two years.
I'm still thinking about you.
You really did a number on me. You left a mark. You tattooed your name on my heart, Arlando. You left your essence, sewed it to me like Peter Pan's shadow. You left an Arlando Cassa shaped hole in my heart.
Who does that and then just up and leaves without looking back?
Hopefully you still look up?
With love,
Kathleen.She lit a match and set the letter a light.
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2555 Days Without You || (One-Shot Competition Entry) √
KurzgeschichtenKathleen Ryburg has been beside herself since Arlando Cassa left to find home... The home that she believed was her. Now he's gone, she's left to pick up the broken pieces of her heart, and she doesn't know how to do that except through her writing...