Hey Marina,
It's Lucy. I miss you. A lot. I would do anything to have you in my arms again. It hurts. I hate the cancer that did this to you. I know you'll never read these, that's probably what hurts the most. It's like a hole in my heart suddenly appeared and every thought of you is someone making it bigger, stretching it, straining it.
tear drops stain the piece of paper and Lucy holds it close to her as she sobs quietly.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to a lover.
General Fiction"I only wish you were alive. We could get married, it's legal now." In which a young lesbian writes letters to her deceased lover.
