Dear Joe,
It's been a while since my previous letter, and although I've tried to put our separation behind me, I can't help but long for the moments we shared together. Our time in college was one of the most special and meaningful times of my life. I remember how shy around me, even before you confessed them. Although you were slow to confess your feelings for me, I couldn't resist the charm and wit that made my heart skip a beat whenever you were near.
Remember those nights we spent talking for hours on end, laughing at each other's jokes, and losing ourselves to music? Those simple yet precious moments were the happiest times of my life. I often reminisce about our carefree days, those Saturday mornings when we would explore the city and discover new spots to enjoy each other's company. I remember the first time you held my hand, and the warmth of your touch that made me feel safe and loved.
Joe, those days were magical, and although we've been apart for a while, I don't want to accept that they are gone. I still believe in us, and I hope that you can see the same.
Please, Joe, I want to relive those moments with you again, and create new memories that will last a lifetime. I miss you, and I hope that you miss me too.
With love and hope,
Emily
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