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Twenty Sixth Letter

I've been smiling more. Real, actual smiles. Like the ones you caused.
Well, not as real as the ones you gave me. But it's still something.
I deleted the tweet. And I know that someday I'll need to explain what happened, or at least that I'm okay.
But it can wait. As fast as I can be sometimes, I know that this is will take some time.
And I'm willing to wait. Just like you said.
Apparently, I'm going home tomorrow. Someone will move with me for some days. It's obvious that I can't be alone anymore.
Because even if now I know that these thoughts are bad, they still don't disappear.
And eventually I'll have to let go of you. But, for now, as I said before, I'm just going to wait.