April 29th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Your touch, your kiss, your scent, and your presence. All things I miss so much. I miss cuddling with you on the couch at night, watching the tele. I know I've obviously said this before, but I just felt like I needed to remind you. It's stupid, I know, I'm sorry.
I just really miss you, so much.
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99 days (L.S)
أدب الهواة99 days since you've left. 99 letters sent to you from a far. Such a long time feels as much as a century. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting, and I'll be here waiting. {1940} Started: 2/2/19. Completed: 12/7/19. Cover by: @wafflesxberries (CC)
