14th July, 2004
Dear Taylor,
I don't know why I'm writing this. I doubt that I will ever see you again and if that is the case then I'm sorry. For what? I'm not sure; I don't think that I ever will be. After finding the note that you left for me, I sat on our swing... just there. I didn't cry. I didn't smile. I didn't even ponder on why you left (it's none of my business anyway). I just sat there, not singing, not thinking. I know that I felt something. Something that I hadn't realized was even there. But, like many things, I don't know what it is. I could have been joy. Love. Fun. Spontaneity. Or even just knowing that there was someone that made me feel special. Even if I'm not. Okay, I feel like I'm dragging on somewhere far from the point that I am trying to make. I just wanted to let you know that I am wishing you were here. Not for me. I don't want you to think that I can't cope without you; that would be to 'Hollywood'. I don't know why, but I am wishing you were here.
Bye for now,
Lanna
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