Good night, my person. You're never going to read all the letters I've written to you on here. You're never going to know about all the prayers I say every day for your safety and happiness. You never hear me when I talk to you out loud when I'm alone. I'll never be able to tell you how I feel for you and how much you mean to me. I'm never going to see you again. So why do I keep doing all these things for you? Why am I spending all this energy on someone who has likely forgotten I ever existed? Maybe I'm in love with you. Maybe I'm delusional. Maybe both. I really don't know anymore. I miss you so much that it hurts and there's nothing I can do about it.
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