So,... it happened. He's home. He knows exactly how I feel, or well, felt (as far as he thinks). I wrote it in a letter right before he left, thinking I would never see him again. And he's home. My insides are clawing their way out. I still have so many feelings for him. He is the one boy, that no matter what, no matter how bad, I will always like
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