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Dearest Mallory:
You once told me I had no feelings. You were right, and you were wrong.
I got more feelings now than I ever had before.
I’ve been reading a lot, and doing yoga with this guy. But, he pissed me off. He’s not around anymore.
At night, I pretend you’re lying next to me. I lie in my cell. I imagine kissing you, not making love, just kissing for hours and hours on end.
I remember everything about our time. I remember every secret you ever shared.
I remember every single time you laughed. And your dancing,
Oh, my God, your dancing.
I lie on my bed and go over every day, every minute of our happiness.
I take it all as it comes, and I live that day again.
That way, when I getto our first kiss, they’re not just memories.
I feel that joy again
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