She drafted an email, and read it and re read it, and then deleted it. Why what sense does it make to write to cyberspace and know that the receiver nor cares nor will respond. And then tears rolled down her eyes and she felt her chest tight and her stomach felt sick. The love was still there, but what was the point of all that love, for someone who didn't care? And she thought of him and hoped that he would always stay well and that he would always be happy.
Love, the truest most beautiful feeling in her heart.
Love, the truest most beautiful feeling in her heart.
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