Dear you, This is the second time I'm writing a letter to you. The first one was quite different- what I wanted to tell you was different, I was a different man back then. You never got a chance to read it because I couldn't muster the nerve to give it to you. But the intended message was conveyed, albeit slowly. And this one, well, it's currently being read by everyone BUT you. So, I guess nothing's changed on the courage front as far as I'm concerned. I wish I could look into your eyes, those beautiful eyes that can swallow whole galaxies, loose myself in them, and tell you how I feel about you. How I'll miss your smile, that twinkle in your eye when you look at me and that annoying laugh of yours that I adore for some odd reason .Maybe because it's yours. And the way you smell, God I love the way you smell. It reminds me so much of my childhood. Our childhood. Goddammit woman, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Not in my world. This clus
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