A last letter

As she stood in front of the mailbox, Sarah hesitated. She had been holding onto the letter for weeks, unable to bring herself to send it. The words she had written were raw, pouring out of her heart in a moment of weakness. But now, as she stared at the envelope in her hand, she knew that she couldn't hold onto it any longer. She took a deep breath and dropped the letter into the mailbox, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

It had been years since she had seen John, her college sweetheart. They had dated for two years before going their separate ways, each pursuing their own careers and dreams. Sarah had become a successful lawyer, while John had traveled the world as a photographer. They had both moved on with their lives, but Sarah could never shake the feeling that something had been left unfinished between them.

It was only after her divorce that Sarah had reached out to John. She had found him on social media and sent him a message, nervous about what his response would be. To her surprise, he had replied almost immediately, and they had started a conversation that had lasted for hours.

In the weeks that followed, they had exchanged messages almost every day, catching up on the years that had passed since they had last seen each other. Sarah had been surprised by how much she had missed him, and she had found herself falling in love with him all over again.

But just as quickly as it had started, their communication had stopped. John had suddenly gone silent, leaving Sarah confused and hurt. She had sent him message after message, but he had never replied. It was only after she had sent the last letter that she had heard from him again.

The phone call had come early in the morning, waking Sarah from a deep sleep. She had groggily answered the phone, expecting it to be a telemarketer or a wrong number. But when she heard John's voice on the other end of the line, she had been filled with a mix of relief and anxiety.

They had talked for hours, picking up where they had left off as if no time had passed. John had explained that he had been going through a difficult time, struggling with his own demons. He had apologized for his silence, telling her that he had needed some space to work through his issues.

Sarah had listened, understanding the pain that John had been feeling. She had felt guilty for pushing him, for not giving him the time and space he needed. But she had also felt a glimmer of hope, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, they could make things work between them.

Over the next few months, they had rekindled their relationship, slowly rebuilding the trust and connection that they had once had. They had talked about the past and the future, about their hopes and dreams. Sarah had felt happier than she had in years, knowing that John was back in her life.

But it was only after John's death that Sarah had realized how much she had truly loved him. She had been devastated by his sudden passing, the realization that she would never see him again hitting her like a ton of bricks.

As she stood in front of the mailbox, Sarah thought about all the things she had wanted to say to John, all the things she had left unsaid. She had written the last letter as a way to say goodbye, to tell him how much he had meant to her. And now, as she watched the letter disappear into the mailbox, she knew that it was the last piece of John that she would ever have.

But as she turned to leave, she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. She knew that John had known how much she had loved him

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