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Saturday, May 3, 2014 // 11:07 PM

Dear You,

We were never close. We share barely a fleeting memory of my childhood. But you are a part of me. We're connected in ways I can barely start to understand, but the connection is there. You are a part of me. For the longest time I found it so difficult to understand this feeling - this apathy which creates my ambivalence and ultimately makes me feel so, so guilty. You meant so much to all the people I care about, and yet, I couldn't bring myself to care. Not really, anyway. I could say that I miss you and my life will change now that this tragic event has befallen upon us, but those words are untrue. I'm making myself seem like a monster, but I didn't know you, really. But that's not to say I will stop thinking about you. In fact, you'll be a prevailing thought now, more than you ever have been to me. And I hope that it's enough that you live forever in my memory, remembered only by the bits and pieces I can gather from my childhood, and that one month in my angsty teenage years. I want to apologise for not being present when I was there. I want to apologise for not giving you a second thought until you were gone. But I know we did share something, that final day that I was there to see you. I hope you remembered me that way.

I love you

I have to

and I want to.