Hello my love,
A fresh box of Russel Stover's for you ... on the mantle under the picture of you at nineteen years old, at college, you'd said, snapped by a former beau, Bob Someone. I was giggly driving home from Publix with it, they only had a few, my yearly to you, the least I could do, our laughter and glee as we chomped and gulped.
November 17, 2017
The next day.
Truffles for you on the fireplace mantel. Assorted for me: raspberry cream.
Our lips are not smacking together in revere.
Who'd ever have perceived the loneliness of chocolates? The old thumbprints and their wane?
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Remind Josh:
A fresh box of Russel Stover's for you ... on the mantle under the picture of you at nineteen years old, at college, you'd said, snapped by a former beau, Bob Someone. I was giggly driving home from Publix with it, they only had a few, my yearly to you, the least I could do, our laughter and glee as we chomped and gulped.
November 17, 2017
The next day.
Truffles for you on the fireplace mantel. Assorted for me: raspberry cream.
Our lips are not smacking together in revere.
Who'd ever have perceived the loneliness of chocolates? The old thumbprints and their wane?
***
Remind Josh:
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