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Allo encore une foi.

Apparently I've out-waited you.

I did not want to send a new letter until I got a response from you. Perhaps it was a bit passive-aggressive on my part...but indeed it worked. I wasn't concerned with the manner it took to find a letter in the mailbox from you, only that it would happen.

I was indeed surprised to see the lack of "Whys?". I guess you've moved on. Maybe you don't care...or better yet it's probably a mixture of both. It wasn't easy for me to cut the cord. You have to know this. It's hard to leave a life behind once, let alone twice. To pack up all your worldly possessions in the smallest of luggage and traveling back to where everything began to be wrong was even more difficult the second time around.

It may have seem like I had forgotten all about you; what with the lack of contact, or even an explanation. Although I'm sure that was and perhaps still is the mindset you are in, let me assure you that you were constantly on my mind. I realize my methods of distancing myself were horrible and quite unforgivable. That's most likely due to the fact that there were none, and I appeared to have just left. Our last few days together were hell however...

Every time we went out, or did something inside our regular routine, my insides crumbled...knowing that it was likely the last time we would be at the mall together, or out for a drive, even just sitting on the couch for the last time was difficult. As heart-breaking each new "last time" was, there was one in particular that wounded me profoundly.

The last time we made love.

There wasn't an instance where I believed that I would never come back. However, I was seriously concerned that my leaving would leave you too wounded to ever welcome me back into your life with open arms. That last night of passion was the final hammer blow to my heart...

I never again would be able to caress you as such. It would be the last time I heard your moans as I gave myself into you. The last time I would feel the soft skin of your cheek pressed against mine as we affirmed our unity together. I absolutely made sure I ran my hands over every last inch of your body, for fear of you forgetting my touch. What may have seemed like unusual detail to position, length, or passion, was really my way of proving my love to you. You may not have noticed it, but as you tightened around my firm member to receive from me one final time...a tear trickled down my cheek. I couldn't believe it would be the last time I felt your warm insides as we made love.

There's a lot that needs to be said.

In time I hope to share it all with you.

In time, I hope to you can feel the same way.

I'm not one to wear my heart on my sleeve, but I would gladly sew it on there for you.

Description
Allo encore une foi.

Apparently I've out-waited you.

I did not want to send a new letter until I got a response from you. Perhaps it was a bit passive-aggressive on my part...but indeed it worked. I wasn't concerned with the manner it took to find a letter in the mailbox from you, only that it would happen.

I was indeed surprised to see the lack of "Whys?". I guess you've moved on. Maybe you don't care...or better yet it's probably a mixture of both. It wasn't easy for me to cut the cord. You have to know this. It's hard to leave a life behind once, let alone twice. To pack up all your worldly possessions in the smallest of luggage and traveling back to where everything began to be wrong was even more difficult the second time around.

It may have seem like I had forgotten all about you; what with the lack of contact, or even an explanation. Although I'm sure that was and perhaps still is the mindset you are in, let me assure you that you were constantly on my mind. I realize my methods of distancing myself were horrible and quite unforgivable. That's most likely due to the fact that there were none, and I appeared to have just left. Our last few days together were hell however...

Every time we went out, or did something inside our regular routine, my insides crumbled...knowing that it was likely the last time we would be at the mall together, or out for a drive, even just sitting on the couch for the last time was difficult. As heart-breaking each new "last time" was, there was one in particular that wounded me profoundly.

The last time we made love.

There wasn't an instance where I believed that I would never come back. However, I was seriously concerned that my leaving would leave you too wounded to ever welcome me back into your life with open arms. That last night of passion was the final hammer blow to my heart...

I never again would be able to caress you as such. It would be the last time I heard your moans as I gave myself into you. The last time I would feel the soft skin of your cheek pressed against mine as we affirmed our unity together. I absolutely made sure I ran my hands over every last inch of your body, for fear of you forgetting my touch. What may have seemed like unusual detail to position, length, or passion, was really my way of proving my love to you. You may not have noticed it, but as you tightened around my firm member to receive from me one final time...a tear trickled down my cheek. I couldn't believe it would be the last time I felt your warm insides as we made love.

There's a lot that needs to be said.

In time I hope to share it all with you.

In time, I hope to you can feel the same way.

I'm not one to wear my heart on my sleeve, but I would gladly sew it on there for you.