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The Things We Wish We Could Say...

Dear Mason, How are you doing?             I miss you I still have some of your things here when would you like to get them?              You were my first love and you let me go               Love, From, Anna Dear Anna, I am doing good.                 Why did I do this? I can meet you at the Coffee Shop on Saturday to get the things.                 I can't come home it would hurt to much Can you please bring me my DVD's? How are you doing?                  Please tell me you miss me..                  I never knew how much I needed you.                  Forever Yours, From, Mason Mason, I am doing well.                  I hate this just come home this is nonsense Of course I can bring your DVD's                  I can still smell your scent on your pillow Have you seen that picture of me at the beach my mother would like a copy.                   I wish that you said sorry                   I never knew how much this could hurt Would you like my to bring the dog? He lays on the bed now. He loves it.                   I hate it I want you to be there instead                    Forever in my heart, From, Anna Annabelle, No, I'm sorry I haven't seen the picture                     I took it.. It's the only thing I have of you Yes I would love to see Harley                     I hate that he sleeps there.. I wish it was me. I miss him very much.                      You as well.                       Miss You Forever, From, Mason Mason, Ok thanks anyways.                     You will always be in my heart.. Good, He will be happy to see you.                     I have been counting the days I will see you at Three.                      I'm sorry it had to end this way.. From, Annabelle
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Nov 21, 2011
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