incessantly - van persie

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dear Aurelia,

i love you. i should've told you sooner, and now... well, now it's too late.

after reading the letters you wrote but never sent, i realized i had done everything wrong. i should've told you. i should've told you everything; the reasons behind my actions that i left unexplained- or the actions i gave you only half truths in place of a full explanation.

i thought i would be ruining everything if i did. but, as it turns out, i ruined it all but not.

"she," as you refer to her, cannot stand me in the state of mourning i am in. she told me that i should be paying attention to her, not you.

i told one word: no. no, because you were the one i loved, not her. when i told her that, she hurled her engagement ring at me and stormed off.

everyone's glad it wasn't england's prime minister that had been shot. but if he had, you'd still be alive. if he had, i'd still have you.

"fight fire with a riot" is what is says on your tombstone. it's the green day lyric you said to put on it when we were talking about epitaphs a few years ago.

i wish we could have a few more years. i wish we could have many more than that. i wish we could have forever.

but we don't have forever. but i do have now to tell you what i should've told you so long ago.

i love you. i love you so, so much, Aurelia. you said you love me incessantly, and i love you just as much.

i love you just as incessantly.

forever yours,

Robin.

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american eulogy by green day

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((p.s.: this is the end.))