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Dear Foster,

I like to think about you.

Do you think that's weird? Sorry if it's creepy.  I just... I know how mad you'll be right now because I ran off and I'll probably never see you again.

But some part of me wants to wonder if you're thinking about me like I do.

If you're missing me.

If you'll remember me even when we grow up on other sides of the world.

If I told you that I loved you, what would you say? I knew you were special from the moment I set eyes on you.  

I was broken inside.  My parents made me.

But I stayed strong for you.

Fitz came along and swiped you up like a baby and I wondered if you ever appreciated how many hours I stayed by your side.  How many times I cried myself to sleep- and not because of my dad.

Because of you.

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