My special Margo,
I think about you every day. Especially when I'm looking at your paintings. They are still duct-taped in the same spot we taped them to, the one just above my bed. Dou you realize it's almost sixty one days since you stopped loving me? How much did you love me anyway, Margo? And was it love, after all? Because I loved you. So much, that it almost hurt.
Love,
only yours Neo.
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Neo, a boy from Venus✔️
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