#DearYou, 

Today, I keep playing memories from the past in my head, desperately trying to understand what I did or did not do to deserve a life that repeatedly fails in finding you. 

There were so many instances when I thought I was finally going to to make a breakthrough but they abruptly ended and I willed myself to make it through.

It doesn't matter how many times I fail. 

The tears I shed produce a clearer trail.

A trail that hopes to guide you when you are most frail.

When it finally happens, my love, our hearts will sail. 

We got this. 

Love,
Me

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