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The perfect night

The night was young but I only had you for that moment. Your hands occassionally found mine when it’s not on the steering wheel, I loved it. Some days that memory make me sad, tonight it made me smile. Probably because for that moment I knew you were mine. At least for almost an hour you were mine, and I was yours, not to keep but to remember for the rest of our lives.

I know you’re happy where you are, I am as well. Glad I didn’t drag you into my messy life. I wanted you to remember me as you saw me. For the last time. It was me. All me. All my fault. Sorry.

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Oh, Beatrice!!!

In closing, please do not hesitate to contact me at your earliest convenience. Just one letter can change everything. The three Baudelaires may be long gone, but there is a fourth Baudelaire here, waiting for you to untie “My Silence Knot” and help me find the end of a story that began with you– in the very room where I sit now, about to hand this letter to my business letter writing instructor so he will grade it and mail it. 

Yours in business, 

Beatrice Baudelaire

I had this tiny notebook I kept for when I have something to write about what’s going on with my heart and on the end I wrote, “You’re not the one.”

I threw it away.

I wish I had left earlier before the night you took me to the rooftop of the apartment we were living in to watch the city lights. I wish I wasn’t there in the morning so you did not have to make me coffee. I wish I was somewhere else.

But you’re a pit hole and I hate you.

I wish I had left before I first saw you.

HAPPY BİRTHDAY KEANU REEVES