I wish we could have rode our bikes more


I wish our letters could have held us. Protected our love and our crime investigations. 

The postal service.. our cute lil love story. 

I miss my mistakes, our curious adventures, our dreams, the fear of trusting me/us… the lovely life we deserved. 

It all hurts. Sadness is easy when it felt so one sided. 

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