My Dear,
As i sit here contemplating, beyond all sources of reason. I shudder at the doubt I encounter. Anixiety rides my soul like the old broken horse of a cowboy long forgotten. I try to believe what you say. Though each tiny shroud of positivity floats away in the springtime breeze when i re-encounter reality, and leave the poultice of the comfort you provide. And No matter how you assure me once and again, I try hard to listen and not just hear. So i ask you please forgive me when i say you are not what i thought you were.
I know you'll never understand, and my hopes that you'll read this and see through my fragile heart are futile. There is a sliver in the depths of my being that wishes you would know i'm dreaming of you tonight.
Sincerely yours.
beautiful.
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