“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

Rumi

Dearest T-

In my reflections before I go to bed it seems I have seldom spoken to you or of you but think of you very often. You are indeed my Muse of the myths. My connection to you is you and the lives we lived before this one.

We need to talk again, please. Over the phone or In person? At the beach? I would like to see you and see if my memory still sees you as clearly as I like to think it does.

-L

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