My Darling,

It's been too long since we have seen each other. My hair has grown very long. About three feet long. I sit here, where I always sit, in the kitchen, at the red table. Your photo is on my bed stand. My lover asks about you often. I just point to the tattoo on my arm and cry. How did all this happen?

Come visit me. I feel as though my bones are made of glass again.

How are you getting along? You know, I never thought you would live this long, anyhow.

Love Always,

Kendra






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Photo detail on main page courtesy of The Rocketeer.

Read KGM's story, "We Love You Very Much."

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