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| Jo Bear, although we are a long ways a part, I know it won't always be like that. You are my first, and only. I love you. I cannot wait to see you again and hold you in my arms. I'll write a thousand more books for you; walk wherever you lead me, hand in hand. You make me want to see the sun when I wake up. You make me want to get out of bed everyday and be kind to myself. My dearest love, I will wait for you, for however long it takes. |
