Category: Unsent Letters
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En El Mes De Mayo
Dear you, I get myself into these predicamentsalways with a punchline at the end. In three weeks, I had written an epilogue,rehearsed my lines for our imagined two-hour rom-com,and found myself smitten. Another story was unfolding right in front of me.So, here you are. Sage eyes, with a pierce so warmI can’t help but hold…
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Jugastes Y Sufrí
Ya no me enojo contigo. Solo observo y pienso: ‘Me decepciono’. Y me alejo más de ti, porque yo ya no quiero sufrir. Quiero ser feliz. The office was quiet, just a sprinkle of chatter across a desk.I sat up, eyes pulled to the screen in front of me—curious.In the next five minutes, you’d make…
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Dear You, A Farewell
The death of you… it was a long one.You took a piece of me that will only ever be yours, the good and the bad. It’s a farewell indeed, and with this, I say my goodbye. I only ever looked at you in awe. Even in the moments of pain and ugliness, you were the…
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All We Want
I want to let go. At moments I can but mostly it’s as if I’m knee high in the stickiest of mud. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. And I mean it. I don’t want to dream of labor. I want to feed cats and dogs and take them on the longest walks…
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Big Sur
There was a theme that kept resurfacing. Every single one of them talked about it as if it was a curse. I had similar thoughts and feelings when I was there too. I don’t want to keep coming back to the same story, but it keeps resurfacing, it just won’t drown. Things were challenging at…
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