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Dear T,

I'm thinking of you and I miss you. I'm sad and angry but I'm o.k. I haven't really processed losing you yet. Not at all in fact. It doesn't seem real. I have tucked away my feelings for you in a box and I've placed the box in the corner of my mind. They are safely contained for now. The big crash has not happened yet. Something tells me you have not heard the last of me. It may be a phone call or a letter but I'm not ready yet. I hope you and the kids are o.k. It's crazy I know but I liked your kids. Never met them but they are part of you so of course I'm going to like them. I'm sorry things ended the way they did. I can't imagine never seeing you again but I suppose it's all for the best. The bad part of losing you is that I've lost my therapist and friend (I felt YOU were my friend even though you didn't feel that way about me). Yea, I'm angry about that. Very angry and hurt. Not over it by any stretch.