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Dear Foster,

Sometimes it's hard.

I eat and sleep and train.  But I miss your smile.  I miss your eyes and how they'd always look into mine and make my breath catch in my throat.  I miss when you'd look at me so hopelessly oblivious and I'd think how much I loved you.

How much you never noticed that.

You gave me a voice when I didn't have one, and I'm just trying to do the same for you.

Did you know it's hard? Maybe not sometimes.  Maybe all the time.

Maybe it's hard every second I'm alive because I know I'll never be able to hold your hand in mine again.

I'll never forget your face when I asked you if you were lost, and I hope you'll never forget mine.


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