Dear you,
You were in my dream. I don't know why you were, but you were. It was short and sweet. We were dancers and we were competing together in a chamionship of sorts. The music was elegant and something you used to play when you still had a keyboard. We danced together like we weighed no more than a feather and we let ourselves get lost in the music and the moment. We glided over the stage efforlessly and felt like we were carried by the wind. I felt safe in every lift and turn. Afterall I was in your arms. When it ended we come off the stage together smiling. We won by a mile. Only the peace was to be broken by the ugly sound of the alarm clock I'd bought for work.
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...
