Dear Jane,
What can I do? Stop writing to you?
I can’t.
I miss you too much.
I hope to see you in a crowd of people.
I hope someone will turn around and you will be the one I see.
This is just pathetic of me, really. I’m sorry.
I am supposed to be a man, but here I am a simpering fool, crying and day-dreaming of you. We knew each other in such a small time and fashion, yet, I knew that you were the one for me.
If there is any part of you that feels this way, tell me before I make the biggest mistake of my life.
That is, staying with my wife, or just giving up on love altogether.
I love you, Jane. Like you have no idea.
Love,
Edward
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confession of love.....💝💖
Passionate yearning, but with a safety net who probably doesn't know that she is. Longing, fear & guilt all rolled into one. Uncomfortably haunting & beautiful.
Rather sweet... 😋
Love letters, situation-ships, entanglement. This is quite an intrigue in just under a minute.
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You know I'm here for Edwards Love 😍 Letters 💌
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