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Mr. Lou, my therapist said it'd be good for me to write to you. I don't see what it'll help, I'll still feel empty.

Sometimes I still think of the day I came home expecting to find you dancing around the kitchen to one of your favorite songs, or sleeping. You slept a lot. Instead, I found an empty house, with everything gone, you left and took my heart with you. 

I really fucking miss you, Ailee. I wish you were still here. 

I want to hate you. I want to hate you for all the pain you caused me when you left but I can't help loving you.

You really fucked me up, every time I close my eyes all I can see if your precious smile or I find myself replaying your laugh. You would throw your head all the way back and clap your hands, sometimes instead of an actual laugh you would do a 'quiet' laugh. 

I miss that. I miss you. I still love you. 

Why did you have to leave me?



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