Julia, I met someone. We met eyes across the busy street and as we passed each other on the crosswalk, I froze up. I couldn't say anything. I opened my mouth and all that came out was a ragged croak before I was roughly shoved by the other commuters. Then, she vanished. I didn't even get to know her name. Julia, I know she's the one, I can feel it. If you were here, you'd like her. Though, nobody will be able to take your place, I believe I could spend the rest of my days with her.
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I found her, Julia. I waited on the sidewalk this morning and finally, I saw her. I chased after her to a coffee shop and we shared a table as well as some pleasant conversation. Her name is Eve. It took everything within me to approach her, but it was worth it. Her voice was like silk and bells, her smile like the sun. Everything about her was perfect. I'll be seeing her again tonight, I'll tell you how it goes.
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Letters Of The Unstable
Historia CortaCrooked people, minds, and narratives- that's what these letters are made of, I suppose
