April 19
Elina,
This week, being around you while you work has been both a nightmare, and a dream.
I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and hold you against me.
I want to smell your hair. You smell the way I imagine strawberries taste.
Sweet and sticky. Is it your shampoo or something…
you? I appreciate that you aren’t asking me to leave your life completely and are letting me exist in your universe for a little longer. It means more to me than you know.
You asked in one of your letters this week about Talia so I will share the story.
Good night, Elina.
-Bash
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