FINGERS FIT TOGETHER


You. You are so, so wrong about me, and yet nothing will allow you to see that. You've made up your mind. But you're wrong. It's okay. I think we would be a disaster anyway...I would annoy you in every way, and you would not quite ever be able to get the place I needed you to be.

But sometimes I wish we could be together, because I love you, and I like the way our fingers fit together, when we hold hands in the car in the dark, with your children laughing in the back seat.

I know it isn't possible, and I am grateful anyway; but I do love you.

the love letter collection
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Saturday December 11, 2010