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Before there was a you, Grant Everly, there was me. And I was foolish, so naive, I was guarded, and a bit irrational at times. But I suppose it was my own self to blame for such terribleness. Yet, are you to blame for my transformation? I am now a man with more integrity, optimism, and happiness. I've missed you everyday, and in my nightstand, I have many letters, ones I have written. But with no place to send, I leave them. With every hopeful intent that maybe in fate's twisted way you'd receive them. And my, I'm only human, I've gotten a bit discouraged. My mind is telling me, we will never see each other again, but my heart is saying the other. Now what to trust is my only lingering question. My confession to you, as today is Wednesday, is this. I am losing my faith in forever. The thought keeps creeping into my maddened mind, that you will move on. That you will find someone new to love you, maybe they will give you a greater happiness than I could have. But of course you'd tell me I'm thinking nonsense. That I never worry about things I do not know, or possibly could ever know. Since you are decades away from me, thousands of minutes, hundreds of days, millions of seconds. The truth is, I've always worried, I always allowed my mind to wander in places. Where it was not wanted, to blind me of truth, and optimism. I lied to you, to keep you from succumbing to the hells in your mind, only to protect you from sadness, but I know that I've failed you. Because I remember every moment, every smile, and every laugh, I remember everything. You are someone I will never forget, I suppose it is because everyday I wake up I am reminded of your departure. Which causes my heart to ache more, and more as the days soar on. But I work until I can no longer feel the pain. I will work until my time is up, because what is love? What is love, without my dear Grant Everly?
