I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes, I can honestly feel his spirit with me. It hurts so much, because I need him to be real and here with me right now. I need him as much as air, but no one can see that I'm barely breathing. I don't care that it's crazy to be in love with someone, who may not exist. He does exist. He has to: I need him too much.
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