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I’ve been told that loving someone is never a mistake,

That loving someone who couldn’t wasn’t a waste,

That it shows how emotionally mature I am.

But it feels like my heart has stopped beating,

Letting something else fill the void,

With silence as loud as winter.

The words stuck in my mind like a splinter.

I’ll keep my memory attached Polaroids,

Refusing to let go just yet.

Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter. 

I’m from a place of heritage 

Nationalities blending in the air

I’m from a place of buildings 

Reaching towards the sun

I’m from a place of rain

Where the sun is a legendary occurrence

I can not figure out how to delete 

If it weren't for the sky, I’m not sure where we’d be. 

The sky can never be us, we are not the passing clouds, but