Dear Sarah

I don’t know what to say anymore.

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Dear Sarah,

I know this letter is out of the blue. To you, I was probably just lost in a sea of faces when you walked into the room, dropped your white robe, and shifted poses every fifteen minutes during that two-hour life drawing class. I learned every curve and shadow of you without being able to reach out and mold my touch to the shape of you.