#undisonant

undisonant a. making the sound of waves

"My Darling Carlotta,

I am, as you know, thousands of miles from you. I am sitting in a verdant woodland, writing you this brief missive of love. 

The susurration of the prasine leaves in the warm breeze is undisonant and beautiful. But it only serves to stretch my heart on a rack of yearning; for the sound reminds me of the vast ocean that sunders us.

And yet, the sundering of our physical bodies cannot lessen the mighty love that swoops over the miles between us.

And that is all I wanted you to know for today.

With every ounce of my love,

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My mom keeps telling me to start packing now too but I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be doing that until pretty much the day before I leave to college. (: