thoughts-between-coffees
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May 4th, 1966 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
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i don't believe in ghosts, but i believe in the way you still echo in the pause between my words .
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You’re in every song I listen to.
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"All these days without you still contain you."
—Edward Lee
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April 26, 2025
I've often wondered about a lot of things regarding you. And I might never know why you did the things you did and the things you didn't do. Would I even want to talk to you again? I'm full of sadness and hurt, so heartbroken. Would you even care? Do you even care at all?
Words don't mean anything. Actions do. But what about silence? When all you gave was absolutely nothing. What am I to make of it? What am I to do? You don't have the emotional maturity to handle this and all I can do is to stay where I am. If you truly wanted to reach me, you know exactly where and how to find me. Yet you chose to disappear because that was easier than to handle it.
Would I even want you back in my life? I was honest, and all I got in return was silence.
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Is it just me or does the world actually stop when I look at her?
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April 23, 2025
The only way out, is through.
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I wrote you a love letter I never sent you.
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How much can a heart hold? It has held a million virtues and a million sins, of you and I. It has allowed you to paint me the same colour as yours: red with rage and blue with agony. It has let you be the one who sees it when it's shattered, but how can my poor heart ever let you bandage my wounds when you're the one who split it into pieces? My heart has, all along, held your virtues and your sins. But it can't, and is not strong enough, to hold its own pieces.
simran.
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Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion
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April 20, 2025
There's some solace in knowing that I'll miss you but not as much as you're going to miss me.
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