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Thirty First Letter

She said she would leave me alone for some days, to think.
What should I do?
Phil, I'm scared.
I'm scared of loving again.
Because nothing will be as good as you, nothing will be as good as your smile, your hugs, your words, your beauty.
How am I going to be able to love someone when I know there was an infinitely better person once?
But she makes me feel giggly, obnoxiously blissful.
Isn't that how you made me feel?
But I can't describe you Phil.
How could you describe a salvation?
But you'd want me to move on, right? Yes, you'd want that.
You know what is looking at me from across my room?
The camera.
I think it's time to explain some things.
To myself, to the world.
To you.