Dear Arlando,
Writing these letters make me feel so sad. Yesterday made it five years. 1826 days.
Why am I even doing this? I think it's supposed to be a sort of therapy, a coping mechanism of some sort, but maybe I should just try retail therapy.
I actually prayed today.
I prayed that God would take away the memory of you, that He would wipe away the pain remembering you brings. I asked Him to maybe leave the good ones, but then its the good memories that make the remembering all the more painful.
Regrettably still with love,
Kathleen.
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2555 Days Without You || (One-Shot Competition Entry) √
Short StoryKathleen 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...
