I always worry about you.  Do you know that?  No. I’m sure not.  You’ve no idea.  No idea the love that I felt for you or the wish that things could have gone differently.  But I’m happy.  Though I long for you sometimes.  I think, just because.  But it’s an illusion…of who I thought i was with and the lie of who you really were…

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