Sometimes I try to convince myself that if I write a sentence about happiness and peace of mind, maybe as soon as I finish hitting the period key at the end, it will come true. Maybe it does, you know… maybe it does. I just confuse reality with fiction sometimes. But maybe it comes true in someone else’s life and not mine. Maybe sometimes I am writing about you and not me. And I always have wished for your happiness, because you deserve it, but I guess I always wished throughout that your happiness would be complete with me, and not with someone else. I don’t think you read this, I don’t know, maybe you do, but I think if just happens like this regardless of whether you know of it.

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