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Dear Dan,
My therapist told me that I should probably write something to you. You know, to deal with the whole everything situation. I don't really agree with her, but I guess it might do something. I really miss you. I think that I'm angry with you. I don't like that I'm mad, though. You were my everything. I guess that I've just never loved anyone enough to miss them this much. I wish you just talked to me, though. I would have helped you, you know. You kept so much from me I didn't know where it started and where it ended. For all I knew, you could have had another whole secret life behind the mask. I just wish I could have gotten under there, I guess. I saw some things, when you acted "normal". That time when we woke up together, and you cuddled into my neck. When we went on our first and only real date, out into the city. You looked so happy. I relive that memory as much as I can, and I think that's one of the only times I've ever seen you genuinely excited to be alive.
Sorry, I've been getting off track. You were one of the best things to ever happen to me. I just wish you told me that you were struggling. I know I could have helped you.
Love,
Phil