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The thing is, I have not dreamt of you. Yet every day, so many things remind me of you. In my mind, it seems almost as if I can see you. In my mind, I still talk to you. I have so many stories to tell you. I have all these things to show you. I have so many questions to ask you. I want to ask you, “Why?”

A lot of people say it is futile to ask why. Be that as it may, it is difficult for me to not know. Like a jigsaw puzzle that is missing a piece. And that disturbs me greatly. I don’t know when this questioning will stop, or if it will ever stop.

Once I start, I won't be able to stop, and that, would be very bad.
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