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My heart is broken afresh at receiving this. Somehow, it took the slightest edge off the sadness to think that I probably didn't exist to you outside of the Internet. But I was just as real in your life as you were in mine.
Why did I have to see this while at work? I've already done an expert job of not allowing myself to feel or to cry. Stuffing it down all over again, except this time the sting is more severe. It's a taller order.
I love you, too.