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To You,

 I had this long letter for you. I had so much to say to you. I was going to tell you all and leave nothing out. I was going to make you feel the passions in my words. I was going to write until I felt secure that I made my point. I had it all plan out, to start from the beginning and not stop until I reached the end. I told myself that I was going to use the right words. I was going to re-read it ten times, so I was sure it made sense. I had it all figured out, my letter will be my heart in ink. I had this long letter for you, just ready to mail off to you. 

I dreamt that when you read it, you would know everything you needed to know. I prayed that when you finally read it, it would make a difference. I hoped when you opened it up, you would sit back and take it all in.  I wanted my letter to mean the world to you. I wished that every word would come to life, holding you captive to its honesty. I wanted to be able to place an adverb exactly at the right spot, so it could emphasis its truth. I wanted to develop a flow that made it easy to read with precision. I wanted to find the right adjective, so you would know its sincerity. I wrote you a long letter.

I finished the letter yesterday. I worked on my letter for a few days. Adding and subtracting from it, as I saw fit. It was perfection. It was my heart. It was my thoughts. It was my emotions. It was me. I finally got it all out. It was right there in front of me. Your letter, ready to be mailed, it needed one last reading. As I reached the P.S., Please let me know what you think. Page by page, I placed it in the shredder. It was a good letter.  

 Sincerely,

Just Me