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I feel like writing a novel. Just to get it all out. I feel like if I could tell you everything that inside my head, it would just be fine. Be perfect. At least it wouldnt be driving me crazy anymore. I feel like writing you a letter, sticking it in the mail, and just waiting for the day when it got to you. The anticipation would build and then hopefully it would have a beautiful ending. I want it to. But I dont think it will. Nothing ever seems to. I feel like shouting I LOVE YOU at the top of my lungs at you. Youre so frustrating and so wonderful at the same time. I hate that but I love it too. You’re freaking beautiful and I dont understand why I cant be without you, I can always be without anyone. WTF?
