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My hands trembled as I opened it.
“This is not about something I did,” he said quietly. “It is about something that has been wrong in the way I have been loving.”
I unfolded the letter and read the first line.
“I do not know how I will survive losing you too, Mattie.”
The words did not feel like a love letter. They felt like a goodbye.
I looked up at him continue reading …
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