Seven hundred forty-three miles. Two hours behind.
Her morning starts at my eleven. I take lunch at her coffee.
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She mailed a scarf. It smells like her building's hallway.
It is not cold here. I wear it anyway.
Long-distance letters drown in "I miss you so much." Missing is not an argument; it needs units. Measure the distance — miles, time zones, the price of the call — and never once say the word "miss."
Pick the "love letter" mode, put "someone seven hundred miles away" in the first field, and let the restraint do the rest.
Seven hundred forty-three miles. Two hours behind.
Her morning starts at my eleven. I take lunch at her coffee.
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She mailed a scarf. It smells like her building's hallway.
It is not cold here. I wear it anyway.