Writing is my passion, always has been since I learned how to write. When the whole world wasn't there for me, my pen and paper was. It was the only thing that wouldn't judge me no matter who I became. Always there at all hours of the day. Never did writing give me pain, only relief. If only humans were like that, there'd be no divorce, envy or hate. But in all reality, people judge everyday. Now I know such a human hardly exists. There is no love if it wavers.
There is one person I never judged even though I tried so hard to, so I tried convincing myself of your imperfections. But I loved those to. But now you're gone from my life, we haven't spoke in years and no one knows your name.
I'm so sorry.
But I'll see you again very soon.
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