Pps Amour File

After the letter was sealed, after the stamp was licked and stuck to the corner like a tiny prayer, I remembered the thing I left out— not the date, not the address, but the softest part.

PPS: Do you remember the way light fell through the blinds that Sunday? Like confession through teeth. Like forgiveness through a crack in the door. pps amour

PPS: I lied when I said I didn't mind the silence. I collected every empty second you gave me and pressed them like dried flowers between the pages of a book I'll never finish. After the letter was sealed, after the stamp