Private
Two words, joined into one.
For
I made you this. It isn't the same as being there, but it's the closest thing I know how to build.
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Everything else is along the bottom.
I Our story
Nine years of talking. Seven of them as us. I'd live every one of them again.
II The distance
III Why you
Open them slowly. There's no hurry.
IV Us
Tap one to see it properly.
V A test
No score kept against you. Mostly.
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VI Underneath
Rub the surface with your thumb until the message shows through.
VII Letters
Save them. They're for particular nights, not just tonight.
VIII Sound
Headphones, ideally. It's better that way.
Our song
My voice
IX Last page
I keep counting things because counting is the only way I know to show you how large this is.
Write back
Tell me where you are and what you're doing. I'll read it and pretend I'm in the room.
Always yours,