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To the man that I will always love, I will write until I can't do it anymore. I will write until I forget what I should be writing. I will write until my hand won't even let me hold a pen anymore. I will write until the ink and paper runs out. I will write until I forget the words. I will write until my hand bleeds, that my blood would stain the very pages. Then somebody asked me why I do it. Because I want to. I do it because I really like to share what we had. I do it because I want people out there to believe that true love exists. I want them to know how amazing, blissful and beautiful it is to love and be loved. And then, how scary and excruciatingly painful it is to lose it. I want to reach other people, and I am hoping that I can reach you too, again. I want the whole world, and you, to remember when I no longer do. And when I am not here anymore to remind you of the very words you once said to me. "I loved you once, I love you still, always have... And always will. "
4 A. M.
