Dear Heart,

There are 3 3’s in March 13, 2013. Because emotions about a day are so intense, I’d like for there to be some meaning in the numbers. But who knows? The date was arbitrarily chosen by a society in another time who split up the days how they saw fit. But even mathematically, it’s not possible to perfectly split a year into 12 equal pieces that can be lived. Our math does not match our living. No, it does not. It misses so much and misses meaning.

I love you.

God keep you safe and free soon.

Love,

O

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