love letters
he keeps old letters in a drawer, but he never sends them
he likes to imagine conversations in his head, but they never actually happen
he tells himself that he’s waiting for a sign, but the sign never comes
dust collects and time goes on
he holds his feelings close to his chest, waiting for the chance to finally free them
what are you waiting for?
sure, hold onto the temporality of a letter
but don’t hold on too tightly
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