From the last letter I wrote to you

If you’re never going to talk to me again, that’s okay.  I know you promised you would never leave me five months ago while I was crying into your chest, but I also know that sometimes it snows in the middle of April and weeds grow in the middle of a rose garden, so I understand that things happen when they aren’t supposed to.

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