The Letter You Will Never Read

Signed, Sealed, and Unsent

Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash

You were the last time I conflated escapism with love. Your eyes used to fixate on me as if I was wholly composed of magic.

Oh, the charm of it all.

I admit I got carried away in the fiction of it.

This is what ended us. Or, maybe, this is what stopped us from really beginning.