Dear Laura,
When I was still alive, memories helped me get through the times when I was away from you. They let me continue fighting as I waited impatiently for the next instance I’d be with you. I could remember some great memory to lift my spirits. Or a soft memory to calm me.
Now, however, they taunt me. I know I won’t see you again. Whether I want them to or not, however, those memories are still here. Still hovering nearby. I don’t know if that’s good or not sometimes, Dear Girl.
Eternally,
Petrarch
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