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Please don't tell me this. I don't want to hear. About how beautiful and wonderful and fun she is. I refuse to hear it, though its all I can say, and there is nothing left in my head today.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I begged you to tell me, to get you speak. But I was already lost in next week. In the hell that happens that time of year, the awkwardness I always fear. Will it be much better in the spring? When I think of you, and you of me? 

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did it ever occur to you that detachment is a rare skill? That though I try to master it I never will? That I can't help but drown in the hell you've made? You might be the first thing I think of when I wake?

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So what left is there for me to tell you. What can you tell me. That you will go have a life and I will be trapped in last spring? That there is not future until I've said goodbye? Tell me goodbye then! There was nothing so let it go!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you.