Dear Ayla,

I've written something for you. A small story of how a girl met an angel that taught her how to live again. Its a little silly and might seem boring at times. I hope you read it anyway. 
It's an apology.
If you're reading this I've left already. I wish you wouldn't try to find me. I wish you'd let me disappear. I wish we could be friends. Maybe in another life I'll grow to be someone worthy of you. 

I'm sorry, my angel.

I love you. I fear I always have.

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People who've only known pain all their life, know little of how to love.