Andrew's POV:
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I am staring at this paper for at least two hours, staring at a white blank peace of paper and trying to form a sentence in my mind to write to you. Still nothing.
It's funny, because I have plenty of things to tell you yet it's disappointing how little I can say here.
I really want to believe that you left me for a reason, that you did it because you had no other option. I'd die just to hear your voice, whispering to me how much you love me and assuring me that you broke up with me for my own good.
However, it's been years now and I still haven't gotten a word from you.
Don't get me wrong, please. I have no hard feelings for you. I can never hate you even if I want to. The only feeling I have for you is love and it's expanding, now there's no room for other feelings to take place in my heart.
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