Letter 4

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"I was wrong, I admit. Numb from your kiss while you were slipping through my fingertips."

Dear, Sophia,

I didn't eat tonight. I'm just lying in bed right now, writing this. I'm just thinking about your laugh. It just popped into my head. I don't think I ever told you I loved your laugh.

I loved all of your laughs. You had a lot of them. That cute giggling one that you did often, that old man laugh you did when you were sick, that loud one you did during funny parts during cartoons and movies whenever we sat on the couch at my place or whenever we rode around late at night in my car with the windows rolled down and the music loud.

The last one was my favorite. You used to hate it. I thought it was beautiful. Just as beautiful as your smile.

I miss it.

Love, Ashton

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