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you know yourself right now. I am old, and I am sad, and I am full
of regret. Top to toe, I swear. Even though it’s probably inevitable, I
want to protect you from the same fate. Maybe someday, if a clever
scientist figures out how to get this to you, you will read these words
the same way I wrote them. With a throat blocked full of tears, and
a mantra of “please don’t cry” echoing in your head. I keep thinking,
what if things were different? What if you actually listened to these
lessons?
I want you to throw the wrapping paper out. You don’t need it
anymore. And I can guarantee it will sit festering under your bed
until you do. I know mine did.
I want you to burn the
MGMT
t-shirt, but not your memories.
Mine sits, gathering dust, a constant reminder of Christopher’s
bittersweet love.
I want you to part with your spare change, and scatter it around
the city. There are those who need it more than you.
I have our old address burned into my mind, and although our
hair has gone grey with age, our mind has not altered.
You see, I am you and you are me… Or at least you will be.
Yours,
Grace.
‘
Dear
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