Dear ______,

My memories woke me at 4:00am – some were good, some, not so much. Thoughts of those I have loved; of who I still love. They haven’t gone away. In fact, the scent of them is all over me – tumbling through my blood, spilling through my pores.

IMG_4699-1Today I will not write; I will let my thoughts stay in the past and visit there for a bit. How about you do? Write a love letter… to your memory.

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