why I don’t write letters anymore

The words feel rough on the paper like they’re cutting me open with the edges of their letters, and

I blink to remind myself that I’m still functioning, that my eyes have not been condemned to this open pain filled gaze, and

I think about how her pen strokes look like art on the parchment, and

the way the envelope tore down the middle when I opened it seems almost catastrophically significant – like I should’ve seen it coming, and

I wonder if maybe it’s a good thing that no one writes letters anymore – because when they do it feels like they took their time with breaking your heart.


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