I’ll keep writing. And this is why.
I’d never run out of words to describe you. Every bit of you was beautiful.
And your smile, this unapologetically magnetic power you’ve harnessed, even from just looking at your photos, I can’t get enough of it.
You gave meaning. Nothing seemed unfathomable, and every unexpected moment would merely appear to be another thing to unravel.
You asked me to try and I will. And this is why I will not stop writing for you, regardless if you knew or read them
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