She said she wanted to see the ocean.
I looked up trains. Thursday, 11:20 p.m., slow one, eleven hours twenty minutes.
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We never went.
The ocean is still my lock screen.
A love letter fails the moment it declares. "I love you" is a conclusion; a letter should be evidence. Write the things you did, the numbers you remember, the object she left behind — and let the reader convict you.
Pick the "love letter" mode, put "the person you keep almost texting" in the first field, and let the restraint do the rest.
She said she wanted to see the ocean.
I looked up trains. Thursday, 11:20 p.m., slow one, eleven hours twenty minutes.
- - -
We never went.
The ocean is still my lock screen.