I have spent my life fooling myself. Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter. How could they have been anything else?
I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters. Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more for you to do.
You already done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever.
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