I think about you often and how your life is now. I know you're not happy. I know you're pretending to be. And you're probably thinking about me everyday, especially at times when your life gets hard. You're thinking of me, knowing what we had was a one in a million and it wasn't perfect because nothing is, but it was peaceful, happy and good. But that's gone now. And so all I can wish for you is peace. You chose. You lost. I won.
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