To: Aisha

Dear Aisha,

Run away with me,
It doesn't have to be today,
It can be tomorrow.

Accompany me to see the stars
To feel the blazing summer
Heat
Under my toes as-
We lay on the beach on a
Sunday morning.

Help me forget how sad
Living in this town makes me.
Help me escape.

Run away with me,
What do you say?
I'll stop by at eight.
Think about it.

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In which a boy sends old school letters to the girl he is in love with.