Hey Darlin’,
I just miss you. And no amount of walking around Coyoacan can help that.
I’m trying not to think about what I’ve uncovered too, but you know how this stuff sits on my soul.
The only thing I’ve seen since you said goodnight, which inspired me a little and kept away that pit of my stomach need to have you next to me, was this crazy fool at the traffic lights.
I love you.
Yours always,
#ThatBoy
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