Dear David,
Here we go again. I swore to myself that I will keep my head up high, on my shoulders and that I would keep going. And I did, for a while.
I just have a tiny little problem with you. I can't get you out of my head. In fact, the more I try, the more you find a way to forge a way into my consciousness, into my soul, and to seed your dreams, fears and ambitions.
I can see our future together, I have butterflies all through my body. I don't remember the last time I had butterflies in my stomach. You ignore me. You ignore me back to life.
I made the grandiose decision to fly back home. I can't wait any longer. I need to know if this is real or if it's all in my head.
My head. My heart.
David, I'm imploring you, say something. Please don't deny us the pleasure to become reunited in this lifetime. Hope is free but I'm at the last straw here,
Help me out. My sweet twin flame.
Forever yours,
Penelope
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