Getting You

Getting You

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I wouldn't have predicted that in just two hours, you could meet someone who can relate to you in every single thing and trust each other with your deepest and darkest secrets. I thought there could only be one person in the world that could be like that to you. But I lost her. But then I met this guy who stumbled into my life with his aura full of love, peace, and happiness. Three words that wouldn’t-couldn’t be associated with a girl who just lost someone important to her. He made me realize that it’s not bad to look back to the past. You have to open your mind to learning from your mistakes. Not changing back to who you used to be, but turn into a much better person than before. Then I have also realized that I couldn't be like this forever. So I’m writing this letter to you. To thank you, who right now and even before did not deserve a broken person like me in their lives, and yet you still accepted me either way. Copyright © 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Losing someone who once lit up your life is like losing a piece of yourself. In the aftermath, I searched for that lost spark, tried to rise from the depths of despair, but was haunted by shadows of doubt and negativity. How do you go on when the person you cherished most vanishes without a trace? Alice disappeared suddenly, leaving me in the dark, wondering endlessly what I could have done to drive her away. In my endless grief, with no one to confide in, I turned to writing letters-letters to husbands who never responded. Yet, through some twist of fate, these letters became a book, a chronicle of my sorrow and longing. This book is a tribute to Alice, released on her 20th birthday. It is my hope that she, wherever she may be, will accept this as a gift-a testament to the bond we once shared, and the impact she had on my life.

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