God gave you to me, come back.
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And suddenly, you're not in my life anymore. I'm really sorry it took so much time for it to really set in. There are so many things I want to tell you, but I can't because I'll cry in front of you. I am guilt-striken for not giving you a proper goodbye. I hate myself for that.
I know you will tell me you understand, but it can't stop me from being apologetic. I really hope you will read this, Grace, because there's no other way for me to talk to you anymore. I know I wasn't always the greatest friend/teammate that you can ever have, I know that there's so much more I can do for you.
This season was bad. I wanted to win so much that I forgot what was truly precious - you. I didn't want to talk to you for a day or two because I was so bitter with the loss. A day or two evolved into a week or two. And all too soon, you had to go. I know it's your decision and I deeply respect you for that.
I just want you to know that I love you and we will always be part of the Greatest VI in our hearts.
Fuck separation.-
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To hear, and know, that you don't care is as good as ramming your toe into a table leg.
It fucking hurts.
