A Letter to My Long-Lost Love Dear long-lost love, How is it that I find myself in this exact same state, teary eyed at the forefront of a letter? This intensity I have balled up on the top of my bosom that keeps the fresh crisp air far from my lungs. The flutter in my stomach that lingers even long after you have gone. These symptoms explained by one simple word in the English dictionary: love. I am in love with you. Even with such a bold statement, I still must question you, good sir. What is it that you feel for me? When you say such precious spoken words, do you mean them? Is it just noise to fill the awkward silences? Are they just half empty words with no substance? I know the pain of such an answer will tear me apart from the inside out, yet I must know.
-Genesis Indira, Tyler
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