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I want to see you. 

I want to express myself but if you don't want to listen then I can't.

One minute I wish I hadn't remembered. I think you'd still be checking on me. Then I wish I'd never repressed the memory. I did that. Not you.

I want to kiss you and that wouldn't do. 

A hug would be worth the drive. 

I'm also back to listening to the angels. And they tell me to find "new love".  The thought breaks my own heart, again, but that's what I have to do. At least now I remember. 

Thank you for contacting Suzette!

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