A Letter to You.
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Open if... you still think of me.

A Letter to You.

A Letter to You. May you somehow stumble across this, my love. I miss you.

Open if…

Open if… you still think of me.

My love,

My love, there are things that I want to shout out up on the rooftops in hopes that my words will somehow travel to you,

My love, there are things that I want to shout out up on the rooftops in hopes that my words will somehow travel to you, wherever you are.

There are a million thoughts that cross my mind each and every day, but the ones that stand out most

There are a million thoughts that cross my mind each and every day, but the ones that stand out most are the ones about you.

I’m rather awful at remembering anything,

I’m rather awful at remembering anything, you know that.

I’m rather awful at remembering anything, you know that. But,

I’m rather awful at remembering anything, you know that. But, my memories of us are quite clear;

I’m rather awful at remembering anything, you know that. But, my memories of us are quite clear; from the day we first met each other

I’m rather awful at remembering anything, you know that. But, my memories of us are quite clear; from the day we first met each other to the day that we left each other.

My memory of the things that you once said to me are crystal clear and at night,

My memory of the things that you once said to me are crystal clear and at night, it’s like my brain plays a movie for me and the subtitles are of all the things you told me.

Although you have caused me great pain,

Although you have caused me great pain, there is no fiber in my being that could even begin to hate you.

I loved you.

I loved you. I still love you.

I like to think that what I experienced was real, that who I saw in you was real.

I think that’s my very own form of torture;

I think that’s my very own form of torture; to believe you loved me when in reality,

I think that’s my very own form of torture; to believe you loved me when in reality, you never did.

Yet,

Yet, I still think of you.

And part of me hopes that you think of me too.

Love always,

Love always, Me.

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