I've licked my wounds long enough. I've savored the pain and embraced the longing. I've moved forward. I got up before I completely imploded. I'm better.
And so I'm back.
The last letter was sent.
It said I miss you.
Everyday.
I still do.
The last letter was received.
It said love, live, laugh.
I hope that's what you are doing.
I can only wish you well.
The last goodbye was said.
Just in time.
My first love broke my heart.
For the last time.
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