Letter Fourteen

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Dear Troye,

Matt took your pillow, he's using it at the moment. I'm kind of upset about it though I know it's time to move on now.

Matt took me on a date last night to this fancy restaurant out in town. We kissed under the stars and everything was perfect. I really love him, more than I've ever loved anyone. He said he had never loved someone as much as he loved me and then he kissed me.

He held my hand as we walked home and sung to me. He sung for him. I hope you don't mind it's your song.

You don't visit anymore, I'm glad your gone. I still care about you but it's time to say goodbye.

From,
Con.

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