And I don't regret it. I have been pretending to be strong. I have been trying to move on. I have been trying to forget you. I can't. It's been almost 3 months since you said goodbye and every day I wake up thinking of you, and close my eyes wishing you nothing but happiness. Last night all I wanted to do was take the dog for a walk, but my emotions got the best of me for the first time and I told you how I feel. Mistake? Maybe. I know that it probably pushed you farther away then you already are, but maybe that is a good thing. I have loved you for 13 years, and I love you more now then when we first met. I don't regret telling you that. I only wish you felt the same.
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