Dear Clara,
Last night I dreamt for the first time in a month. I dreamt that I saw you performing. You were beautiful, so graceful. Maybe it's stupid to think of this a week after your show ended, but I now wish I had gone to see you, even if you were in the ensemble.
Delerious,
me
YOU ARE READING
Dear Clara
RomanceIn which an unrequited love impels one to write letters without sending to the girl they love. • Sorry if you find it horrible; I wrote this a long time ago.
