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Twenty Fourth Letter

Everything is still sad and confusing. But your voice in my dream keeps me going.
People comes to see me, and I really try to focus on them. Trying not to think of your beautiful face.
I want to get over you, I really do.
That night I broke down at 3am, and a nurse came.
Her name is Elizabeth. She's nice. She didn't try to rip and analyse my brain open, she just hugged me. Not very professional but helpful anyways.
And even if I still had the ghost of your hugs lingering around me, it still felt good.
Am I getting over you?
Probably not.
Hopefully yes.