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June 13, 2007
She will never know how much I cared, or how much I admire her.
She will never know of the dreams or the many letters I wrote to her and threw away.
She will never know the number of times I closed my eyes and pictured her in my arms, or that I was the one who, long ago, called her number from a pay phone because I missed her voice, and hung up.
She will never know how much of a better person I am because of her inspiration.

She will never, and I think Iím okay with that.