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Summer wrote me a letter yesterday (idea)
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by
Echolalia
Sat Jun 19 2004 at 18:47:59
Just seeing her
joyous
,
swirly
-
girly
handwriting for the first time since
September
reminded me of the lazy hours we used to spend together under the sun making endless
daisychains
and made me
smile
.
The
rain
was rolling down the windowpane and drumming insistently on the roof. She wanted to know why I had left her.
Fuck
.
Of course, I wrote back. I just told her I was staying with a friend and I would see her again in
June
. I wish I could've told her more. I said that when we were together again, we could pick the ripe
raspberries
from her garden together in the morning, while
birdsong
fluttered through the breeze. We could sit on a blanket of green and munch on the fruits we had collected in the afternoon, and in the evening we could laze by the river, listen to the water flowing through and the insects hurrying round, and wait for the cool night air to wash over us.
The roll of thunder forced me to look up. The rain
surrounded
me now. I knew I couldn't just avoid telling her why I'd had to leave, but I didn't see any way of explaining it to her. I wished I could've just told her
the truth
, that she could have understood it, that I could have avoided causing her all this pain.
I tried to think of something reassuring to write,or something apologetic, but nothing came. So I wrote about... how much I love her. Stupid.
Stupid
.
I wrote how I love the white dress she
always
wears, and her
straw hat
that's constantly falling apart yet never does, and her lovely long hair, and her smell, and her voice and her face and her smile. I felt guilty for taking the
happiness
away from a girl as lovely as she was, who had never done anything wrong to anyone or anything, who didn't deserve to be treated as badly as this.
The
rain
wasn't giving up. It wasn't going to let me forget how far away she was from me.
Fuck
.
I told her that when we were together again I would never ever let us get separated, and that nothing
artificial
would ever get in our way ever again.
I am a liar and a coward.
regret
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