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How to return a love letter post the Victorian era

June 3, 2011

Won’t crumple…no. It can still be opened, smoothed over, re-read and re-loved. Dangerous. Like a second chance.

Won’t burn. Just can’t do it.

Won’t eat it either…no. (Seriously, NO!)

I will fold it, crease it making that irritating sound with my fingernail that used to scratch your heart and tear it along the crease.

Now there are two to fold and crease, rinse and repeat.

Now four. Now eight. A progression of heart break.

And when your sole handwritten love letter is shredded, I will put it in an envelope and mail it you.

You wanted your love letter back? Really?

Well, I mailed it. And knowing you, you spilled it.

Now find those little runaway pieces of paper in every nook and cranny of the house. For days. For months. For years.

(And after this, I do hope you stop reading too much Shakespeare).



One Comment leave one →
  1. June 5, 2011 5:05 am

    What did he do to warrant such wrath?

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