I just hope you know that someday they are going to ask you who it is you keep thinking about that hinders you from letting anyone else love you. When that day comes, you'll have to be able to say my name to an audience of more than one - we both know that my ghost deserves that at the very least.
There's someone new. He's been here for a while now, longer than you actually. He knows you by a nickname and I thought you should know he treats me right. You'd be happy. I think.
I hope you're happy.
Because I am.
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