Your heart (I hold it in my heart)

I went to Chicago. 

City excitement. Cold wind. Tea rooms and speakeasies. Family. A best friend. Getting lost in beautiful neighborhoods.

I didn’t hear from you. You have no idea if I’m safe or happy. 

I saw you for the last time that night at Harry’s. It hurt. I was so hurt. 

I still am.

It’s taking everything I have to not call you. Tell you all about my adventure. But you don’t care, so I won’t. Maybe I should’ve said hi and hugged you.

It was the last moment we would see one another. 

I’ll think about that for a long time. 

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