I used to try and promise regular updates.
Truth is... I fear you. I think about you all_the_time. This is the easiest way I find to speak to you. When you miss the small things that happens here and there, I feel bad.... but good that things happen. Smiles happen. Makes me wonder what wonder you run into. Not going to lie. Makes me jealous. Seeing you smile, well, It feels good.
I love a lot. I hate a lot too. Hate consumes my usual thoughts while seeing you makes it all okay, and I love that.
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