MARCH 11TH, 2017.
tom,
i want to get you out of my mind. i really do. everytime i think of you, at first i'm happy, until the bitter part of my brain reminds me harshly that we're not together anymore.
i went to the club again last night, after sending away my letter.
i met another guy there, and we talked for a moment. and for that moment, it distracted me from you. we got closer and closer and then we kissed... but i pulled away instantly because it wasn't you. i don't want to feel anyone else's lips pressed to mine except for yours, and i guess since you're gone, i'm just going to have to live without kissing anyone for the rest of my lonely, placid, boring life.
you were the light at the end of the tunnel.
you still are, you know.
i think i'm going to take a break from sending you anymore letters for a while. i'm still going to write them, but i'm not going to send them anymore.. since i don't know if i can bear to write out your new address on the white envelope anymore. it's not my address anymore, and that's what hurts.
regards,
Lynn.
