Dear Levi,
October 18th, 2014
Flying from Charlotte to Pittsburgh, I just wanted to jot a note. Bubbling lava sunrise under a sea of perfectly white clouds. Golden rays on my face through the Pexiglass window. Exit rows. Protein smoothie. Coffee. Pen and paper. My stomach feeling the rush of takeoff my head the pound of landing. Guess handbag. Kate Spade day planner. Indie lace tunic bohemian jeweled necklace, buckle boots. And all I can feel is the longing for my soul mate. We aren't together now, and we never will be perhaps. This is is just part of who I am.
Come back, Levi.
Your star,
Rigel
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