I wonder do we all know where we belong. And if we do, in our hearts, why do we so often do nothing about it? There must be more than this life. A purpose to focus on, a place to belong. You are my home. I know from the moment I met you. That day, so many years ago.
"I hope when you are reading this letter, I 'm sitting there next you. And you tell me that I'm stupid for writing you and crazy for trying to find you. But how could I not? It's you. All this time, so many years, we apart. I've missed you. But I have never been without you..."
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