by  • March 9, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Hope • 0 Comments

    Every night I read the stories on here hoping that maybe you’ve written one about me. There’s always one that totally relates to everything that we’ve been through, but one little detail is different in that story compared to ours. I’ve written many times on here about how much I miss you, Adam and how much you mean to me. I keep hoping and wishing that you’ll see the letters I’ve written, realize that they’re about you and come talk to me. But who am I kidding? There is no way that it will ever happen. But, maybe one night it will.
    – E

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