Dear--,
Holy crap, I fucking miss you. But... it's just me. I'm sure you could care less, trapt within your own world. I'm okay with that. This pain... isn't anything new. Same old, same old.
I hope you're doing well and having fun.
I'll be in hell for a week in winter training... perhaps I'll come back alive.
If I don't... then I'd like to say, in the words of my mother tongue,
"Jeg elsker dig."
^_^ I know you'll never read or understand those words, nor will I ever hear them back, but this way... well, it won't matter in the end.
No regrets.
Yours,
ht.
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