Hello, my dearest.
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I'll write to a machine in your absence, it doesn't matter to me now that you're not here. I love you, as I said I always would, but you are not a part of my routine anymore. I still think of you often, but I never think ABOUT you anymore. We are too far apart and there's nothing new to think on that I haven't thought a hundred times before. But I do think of you. I remember you when I have something that I want to talk about, and I remember birthdays and the like.
I enjoy that I love you now, like I never did when I had you here and we were both far too concerned with the motions of being in love. You should know that you have ruined me- I don't have your ability to see every situation for its merits, and I am now so aweful at the business of love because what I see does not measure up to the standard to which you had me accustomed!
In a way, I miss you. In another, I am glad that you are gone. I have been allowed to have these two lives- this one now and the one before it with you. We were, in fact, together forever. We managed to hold infinity in our hands, and spend it all in the brief time we had. It seems impossible that now could exist in the same realm as that other time.
I hope that you are well, wherever you are. I hope that you are miserable without me, even though I know that you never could be. I suspect that you would not think of me at all, but that is just your way. I wish that I could see you today and see what I think of you now that I am a little wiser, but I hope that I never have to tarnish my memories by seeing you again.
My Love and Adoration,