You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy. By the way, I'm not leaving you. What I want and need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave.
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