Series
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This Means War
Me: I really cannot stand a long distance relationship. I can’t stand being unable to touch the one I love. You: I feel like you think of me as an object, like the only times I feel like we are connected is when you touch me. You: How can you stay so…
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Made To Love You
I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what Love is I know you can show me… I have loved not once, not twice, but it never felt this right. This is different. This is special. This is an I-hate-how-much-I-love-you kinda love. It’s…
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Return Mail II: Intro
Hey Guys, As with its predecessor, Return Mail II sort of just happened. I don’t need to say much by way of introduction because the same rules, methodology and almost everything else from last year apply. Here’s a link to that intro: Return Mail: The Intro Ten of us wrote…
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Return Mail: Happy Ending
Hey Baby, Guess what I’m doing? Well, you don’t have to guess. I’m writing you a letter. Duh. ‘Why?’ you’re wondering. I have no idea. I could very email you or text you or something or a kiss smiley would pretty convey everything this letter will only in fewer words.…
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Return Mail: 6519; 10491
“Love is patient…” I’m sorry, but yeah how about I say fuck that. It’s been almost a year of waiting, hoping, that someday you would be here and we would both drink in the same air. A year of waiting for the opportunity to look into your eyes and search…
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Return Mail: Boy Scout
Dear, I’d probably never write you anything moving. There was a time I could though – a time I could promise you the world and mean it and then dig my hand in my backpack like a good boy scout but come up empty handed. That time, I loved like…
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Return Mail: Yours Imperfectly
Nkemdinobi’m, I have my mother’s eyes. No, not the same color, nor the same shape. But I don’t cry. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. As a child I thought it was a good thing. They always called me a brave young boy who never…
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Return Mail: This Place
Easy. That’s this place that we’ve come to. Although if you think about it, we’ve kinda always been easy. Settling into each other and flowing seemingly seamlessly. Comfortable is another word I would use to describe this place, but the word has sort of become associated with old, married boring…
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Return Mail: Hold My Hand
Temi, My own. I always said I was going to call the person I get married to Temi. The reason was because I didn’t want to ‘share’ the name. Didn’t want to ‘prostitute’ my name (for want of a better word). But this name? It’s yours. I’m sure. It’s how…
