Hey Francesca

I hate that reading this felt so familiar. It was like observing my life two years ago, trying to rationalize the silences and come to terms with the absences. Telling myself to hold on, but lightly so as not to frighten or overwhelm him.

Thank you though. Without reading this, I might have made a huge mistake.

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