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Wayne,
It's been years since we met and I still think about you regularly. It sucks. I know I am where I am because of my own choices, and I also know that I would not have been good for you. So that makes it all okay. Still, some evenings I think about how you used to feel and how you made me feel, and I remember that ache.
You were probably the love of my life, if such a thing actually existed. You're certainly the heartache of my life.
I hope you are well.
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