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I saw your picture today and, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t hurt.

There are things I want to ask you, things I want to say, but for now I will just say this:

We don’t have to be for each other, but I am for you.

I don’t desire resolution, only that you are happy. I don’t know if there is even a space for me to tell you that.

I hope you know this, even if that knowledge is so deep that it never surfaces. As long as it’s somewhere in your core, that is enough for me.

I’m sorry for my half of things. From the time we were twelve until today.

11:23 a.m. - 2023-05-26

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