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Dear Jack,

I. Love. You. God, i don't know how to explain the way you make me feel. Or at least the way you made me feel. And the thing is, I can't stop craving that feeling. I can't stop craving the butterflies that erupt into my stomach the moment i see you sent me a message. I still dream about you. Every night. I know we've never met but i dream that you want me the way you want her. I know. She's the most beautiful person there is. Why would you let her go for me? I don't know. You probably shouldn't. But it hurts. It's hurts so much. Knowing that you loved me once. Did you? Or was that fake too? Why? Why don't you love me anymore? Why am i not good enough? I'm not guilt tripping you. Because not everyone has feelings for just about anyone. But i just want to know. What about me was not enough? I just want to know. And I know you think that i don't love you. But i really do. And i just really want you to know, that you will always be in my mind. The moment i hear the words love, jack, him... anything. You are there. And a small part of me tells me everyday. One day. One day he'll come back. He'll want the love you have to offer. That voice tells me to not give up. But it's so hard. You're like a drug, an addiction. My mind is constantly wrapped around you 24/7. So I ask you one last time. Why am I not good enough?
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