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Two Letters and a Sad Story

She’ll do anything not to remember when they were together because it hurts too much to remember.
So she sat down and wrote two letters.
First she wrote about the love they shared. She wrote it all, from the first time she saw him to the moment he left to the weeks after. How he is everywhere, because they were everywhere. Even in her favourite restaurant and tub of bar one ice cream. It ends with “how do I live without him?”
She burnt it.
The second letter is Simple.
“I don’t know happiness. I knew you. I’m sorry”

They found it rumpled in her back pocket when they cut her body loose. 

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  1. Love between people isn't eternal, but it always hard, if You lost it. Greetings from Poland.

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