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dear Love,

i'm sorry for the loss you suffered today. i'm sorry for the newest addition to the countless numbers that don't believe in you anymore, that have watched as you were mercilessly beaten into an unrecognizable pulp. i'm sorry for your deep wounds, for the games you were forced to play, for the complexity you were drawn into. i'm sorry Love. i'm sorry for the fear that keeps people from knowing the real you, the pure unadulterated version of you. i'm sorry for the self-serving millions out there that use you for their own selfish means and destroy people in the process. if everyone believed in you, this world would be a different place. we would give you first dibs on everything. we would act only in accordance with your lead. we would ensure that you were well taken care of, that everyone had a chance to know you, to invite you into their homes. Love, i may not know the real you, but i hope to know you more and more, and to see you everywhere i go, within every person i encounter. i'm not ready to give up on you, and i hope you don't give up on me.