I know you miss me. I know you wish things were better, that this didn't have to happen. I'm sorry for frustrating you with my questions. But sometimes it's hard to remember. Sometimes it feels like you hate me, like you don't want me in your life. I know that's not true, but it feels like it sometimes. Please just remember that these questions come from my crippling insecurity. I know how you feel deep down. I promise.
I miss you.
I love you.
(Just in case I hadn't said it in the last few minutes.)
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