Letter Two

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Dear Dean,

Stumbling into you
down in Daytona Beach
was definitely not in the ballpark
of spring break plans.
But seeing you there, speedo and all, was quite the sight to see.

I saw you smiling a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.
Dancing and moving as if you didn't have a care in the world.
But I saw the stiffness in your shoulders.
The heavy albatross hanging around your neck; hovering over your still broken heart.

I could see it.

Just like you could see me.

My breath caught in my throat when your eyes first landed on me.
I remember pulling my skirt around me tighter to hide what I still was.
Imagine my surprise
when you kept staring until that light when on in your eyes.
I thought you'd address me as Samuel.
So imagine my surprise when you said, Stella?

Blake.
I had slipped up once,
in our secret moments of platonic intimacy, and revealed my secret
that was Stella.
It was Blake
that gave me the courage
to be Stella.
It was Blake that told me
it was ok.
Imagine my surprise when almost two years later,
I find out that that plan of courage originally came from you.

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