99 percent of me knows you're never coming back, 99 percent of me knows it was all a dream. but of course, there's that 1 percent that still hopes, that still wishes for all of it to go back to the way it was before. because I love you. I love you too much to simply walk away from what we did, what we had, what we created like it was nothing. I wish that 1 percent would stop growing, but I'm hopeless. You were something special, you were a dream that came true. but in the end, I held on too tight, and you faded away. But I guess I'll forever loose myself to you. #UnsentLetters
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