Dear you,
I slept on the couch in the end. Mum took the bed. We'd walked around the park, I'd told her about the person I met at the festival. We visited your resting place. Mum had brought violets to leave behind. She had always been a comedian, even in the darkest of times mum kept a light spirit. She had mentioned it was coming up to six months since you passed; like I didn't already know. When she left went to where we first met. The ice rink. It carried all sorts of fond memories for us. From where we met to first date and first anniversairy. It was special to me. Overtime it had bevome a habit to play with the ring when I became sad. It was alost like a comfort. Like you were really here.
Love, Roxanne.
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26 Letters To You (COMPLETE)
Short Story26 letters from a girl. Each with no address. No name to deliver to. All because the person they're for is long gone. Swept away in the sea of life, never to be seen again. But Roxanne has been left behind and these letters are keeping her lover ali...
