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It kills me to know that you're sad. I want to talk to you and just be there for you. But I don't know if you'll let me. We have a tight bond, and I don't want to break it. I really want to try, you mean more to me than you think. Everytime I want to call you or text you, I can't seem to find the right words. I'm scared, not of what we could be, but of what we might not be. I pray for you, and I pray for us every night. I want to reach out to you, but you might not pull me in, and I'll just be left there still reaching for you.

I miss you, but you know that already.