FROM "HIBISCUS"
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Sean,
I know we don't get along. At all. I already told Harold to give you my phone. You probably know from everything in it, if you cared to look, that I fell in love with you. And that love killed me.
I want to thank you for everything. All of the experiences that we've been through together. Even though you hated me. And even though I acted like I hated you, I admired you from afar, noticing the little things about you. All that mattered was your happiness, in the end. That you were living your best life. And I realized that I loved you when those little things proved to be the most beautiful parts of you. . .
I feel like you deserved to know everything. Even if I am not here to tell you.
I'm sorry, Sean. I'm selfish, and I know it. I hope you understand that loving you, albeit from a distance, was the most beautiful experience I could have had. Thank you for giving me the privilege of falling in love with you.
Does this make me a horrible person?
- Cass