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Kristy,
I was wondering how you feel right now. I hope you're okay. At least, I hope you're better than I am now.
I (or should I say "we") have never felt this bad. I am the saddest, the weakest me I have ever been. I am broken. And I have no strength to get up. All I am, is hoping. Hoping for him to come back.
And I wanted to write you this letter to remember. To remember how you felt these days.
And I know (well, I hope) you are way better when you're reading this.
Either you got up, found another purpose in you life and moved on.
Or he came back.
And now, when you're reading this, you are either happy alone or happy with him. And you're going to tell him. And you're going to cry and laugh.
But trust me, Kristy. These bad times gave us so much. These bad times made us who we are, who you are now.
Be happy.
(Oh, and if he did come back. Don't ever let him go away ever again. He's the one.)
Love, Kristy.
