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Be bitter. I deserve it. That was written 6 month ago, and all it did was profess my love for you and point out my million flaws. It was a complete accident, but I'm almost glad you saw it. When I realized what it was I almost instinctively closed the book, but that would have looked suspicious and wouldn't have helped. I get scared having people that close to my thoughts. I wish I had enough words to tell you what was happening in my head now, but I don't know how. I don't even understand it. I'll just simmer in it for a while, I guess. I'm sorry and I love you and I wish things were different. But all those words seem so empty once they leave my head. Please, please,please just know that it isn't you. So cliche, I know. But you are wonderful and loving and forgiving and non-judgemental and open and relaxed and and and . . . I don't have the words.