Dear Tyler,
Make no mistake, I want to communicate with you. For some reason, it is difficult for me. If we had telepathy between us, we wouldn't have these problems. You would know how much I loved you--instantaneously.
If you could see inside my mind you would see a beautiful room where the walls are covered in pictures of you and where our memories play in a endless loop on a TV. You can select them, Netflix style, if you like. There would be no windows or doors because there is no reason to leave and no reason to look elsewhere. You would like the room. Let's throw in a plush couch so we can both chill in there. Or better yet, a bed, so we can make love quite comfortably. I wish I could bring you into this room and give you the royal tour.
There is no other furniture besides the bed. There is no place to hide anything. My love for you is the only thing in the room. There are no remnants or dregs of the past. It is your room.
This is the best way I know how.
Love,
Jordyn
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