Category: Love Letters
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#31 There will never be someone like you.
I’ve finally hit upon the reason I’m writing these letters. Since I know we won’t spend our lives together as I expected, I’ve found a way to give you all the love and affection you will henceforth go without.
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#29 At least Hell is certain damnation; living hell is neither here nor there.
I imagine that the furnaces of Hell have split the ground between us, and the flames are rising up to distort our vision of one another.
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#27 Running through the fields of sorrow.
I cannot even be sure that this place is where we sat, in my dreams, since there’s no evidence of us in the emptiness. There’s something between life and death, and that is here.
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#26 They say that every rose has its thorn, but it was rather that every nettle has its flower.
Even if we are to part forever, and meet each other again only in oblivion, whatever that does or doesn’t involve, you will forever be an old friend to me.
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#25 Pity the sirens; we live a lonely and loveless existence.
I don’t see how I can forget about you without getting rid of myself. In the past, whenever I’ve experienced some kind of unhappy circumstance, I’ve been able to get rid of it from my life, completely.
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#24 And I am somehow still haunted by your smell, by your eyes, by your closeness.
Scene change. I must have survived the fall as I am here, with you, in an empty conference hall, just you and me, and I am sitting on top of you, and you are grabbing my hips, and my mouth is on yours, and my hands are in your hair, and… That is all I…
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#23 This hurt will plague me forever.
I don’t connect with people easily; I don’t show my true self to many people. I wasn’t afraid to show myself to you, but now that you spurned that hidden part of me, it is impossible for me to trust it in someone else’s hands.
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#22 Constant overstimulation numbs me, but I would not want you any other way.
Imagine if the one person in the world that you cared about could barely even tolerate your presence. Imagine if they winced internally with each passing second in public with you. I wouldn’t be the first to bear the shame of someone else’s shame, but I never thought that I would have to do so.
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