I write to you as I fear I've done it again: I have fallen in love. She is young and charming and naive and reminds me of you. Always of you.
Her name is Charlotte, but I like to call her Charlie. She has a soft face that turns rosy red in the cold, and a slight stutter when she's nervous.
We like to walk together; dance together; sleep together. All the things you'd expect of young lovers. The only difference is she's not you.
She'll never smile the way you smiled or laugh the way you laughed, but I guess I never expected her to. That would just be silly; like writing to the dead.
I miss you, Cynthia, and I'm sorry you had to leave so soon.
Please forgive me,
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
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Currently, I'm sipping a Brandy Alexander and listening to Simon & Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence