You know it ******** kills me. It's chokes me up inside. I meant every word I ever said to you and those words still hold true at this very moment and probably will hold true for a very long time, if not eternity. I will continue to write in my little black book for as long as you are on my mind (writing down the reasons as to why I feel about you the way I do seems to brings me joy). I'm terribly sorry, but I feel like my lungs and filled with lead. I'm going to try to be ok. This is the first promise I ever broke.
You're the only one who ever brought tears of joy to my face.
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