Dear Ed,
College is going good. I'm actually enjoying myself, Ed. I even joined one of the clubs. It's an art club. I get to draw anything I want. I mostly draw you because, to me, you are art. I was so anxious one stage because I could hardly remember your face. I was losing the one thing I truly could not live without. I struggled to picture your ginger features and kind self. I had to take out the phototgraph of you that was stashed inside the pocket of my ripped jeans.
"The world is like art, photographs are just painting the images."
My letters are becoming shorter. I hope you are not mad. I just know that you're watching over me. You see everything I do, which is why I don't need to write everything I do. Occasionally, I feel the need to write how I feel on most days. Please don't forget that I'll always love you.
Always loving you; Destiny
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Dear Ed || ed sheeran
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