To my best friend:<\/p>\n
Dearest,<\/p>\n
I fear I should keep your name out of this else you might identify yourself.
\nI know that’s kind of the point of letters but as long as I don’t name you it could be anyone.
\nI miss you every day we’re apart. I haven’t seen you in forever.
\nI know you work hard every day, and that our relationship is still strong. But I’m not done.
\nI need you to know that I love you. I know you might consider this taboo.
\nYou’re so much more than a friend to me, I figured it was time to tell you.<\/p>\n
Every day I see your posts, my heart feels a little lighter. I regret I cannot be there.
\nEvery time you share your struggles, I hurt alongside you, I tremble and cry when you seem to.
\nEvery beautiful thing you share makes me wonder if you know how special you are to me.
\nEvery moment you post a meme I laugh out loud. And with all these feelings I know not what to do.
\nEvery sad moment you share I beg myself to confess. It took me so long to realize.
\nNever will I truly explain the pain of loving one who is not mine to love, yet is loved in my eyes.<\/p>\n
You’re amazing and skilled and wonderful
\nYou’re powerful and lovely.
\nYou’re a delight to know and know how to be forceful
\nYou’re so far away.
\nYou’re everything I ever wanted and even more than that
\nI’m unable to express my love, but the next time we meet… I’ll wear a hat.<\/p>\n
Best friend, I love you, I have forever.
\nBest friend, stop loving you? I could never.
\nOur love might be a crime, not in our cities but in our mind.
\nWhere we once did meet, to share dreams so sweet
\nI’ll see you there again sometime.<\/p>\n
Love, Always,
\nYour distant friend<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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