Love Letter #75

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I was thinking of blue and yellow light, and beautiful poetry, and loss and warmth, longing and cold.

Peter Bruun

break grayer

Love, when it leaves, leaves a mark. The electric high of new love with a much younger man carried Clarinda into life after divorce, and he quickly wove himself into life with her and her kids. Their love was intense and vertiginous, but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew he wouldn’t stay. Even in the entropy of those last days when his distance was palpable and her heart strained, the words, when they finally came, knocked her back. Unexpected? Not really. But even so, his departure left a cold blue bruise on her heart.    

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