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Dear Gray,

The days are not the same anymore,

Not without you.

I don't wake up happy.

I wake up to nightmares and memories of you,

Not that my dreams are any better.

You are everywhere Grayson.

I hate it.

So much.

But it's also the only thing I have left of you,

Besides your old sweater.

It still smells of you.

....

I wouldn't let mom throw it out,

She says it'll help with the pain

But I don't care.

Its the only physical evidence I have that you we're ever mine,

Because sometimes I forget,

It just seems so impossible.

That someone like you ever loved someone like me.

Its odd really,

How so many things change over the course of a day.

One day you loved me,

The next, I was a distant memory.

It doesn't make sense,

And I wish I knew what I did wrong,

I wish I could turn back time to make everything alright again.

Because it hurts,

And I don't know if you're feeling the same way but,

....

But I'm tired of feeling like this.

I have to go.

I love you,

Alana



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