journal · letter · new years resolution

eleventh hour

Dear Heart,

Dare I tell you I still love you? That it was I who made the mistake. I crushed our very core and still I tread upon the ashes, as if there is something to be gained here. But there is nothing left here. And there is no turning back the clock. There is only this truth, and I must speak it — you must know it. Although I know it is too little, too late.

 

Yours,

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