Don’t worry,, I’m still here.

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April 29, 2017

I talk a big line but I really don’t want to lose the little tiny bit of you I have the great privilege of having about once every three months. But if I do, I do.

I think God is punishing me.

Ok. Unfortunately, I think the sun rises and sets on you. I don’t know why. The more emotionally unavailable and remote you are, the more I long for you. I am so fucked up.

I still think God is punishing me. However, I do a much better job of punishing me than he does.

Would you please, please, please, please email me more often? Don’t make me beg. I’m begging.

Pathetically Yours,

Coco

Jeff:

Hello hello I’m just working a lot and working on family stuff,,,, don’t worry,, I’m still here.