I love you, Paul. I still can't believe that you're really gone. I worried for so long that something would happen to you - and it did. I always used to believe that everything happened for a reason, but I can't possibly understand right now why this has happend to you - to us. Didn't you realize that you could die? Did you know what was happening to you? I often wonder what really happened to you in the end. I'm starting to realize that there must have been so much that I didn't know. I don't think I knew you in the end. You hid yourself - your life - from me and everyone who loved you. Why? We loved you. It's not that we didn't accept you for who you were. I know that's what you thought. We were just scared for you. I tried so hard to convince you to stop. I guess I never found a way to convince you. I tried so hard. I miss you, Paul. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. Your memory - the memory of us - is imprinted on my heart forever. I'll always be thankful for the Paul I knew and fell in love with. I will never forget.
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