Three years ago I told myself to stop caring about him because your eyes were so blue they rivalled the beauty of the sky but even you knew that I wasn’t that strong. On my birthday you gave me a single red rose and a good bye and I tried to tell you how incredible the clouds were but the words caught in my throat. At Christmas I sent you a letter in the post and wished you the very best but three weeks later the letter came back unopened, no forwarding address.
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