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Dear you,
The time that we could have spent together is quickly fading away. I wonder if you ever think of me. Fond memories or bitter words, I'm not quite sure. But as the seasons change, so do we. A slow transition that seems all too fast. And here we are now, at the beginning of Autumn, almost a year since we first met. I am no longer the little girl you know, lost in a world crafted of her fears and dreams. And you, you are no longer who you once were. I wish that I had the pleasure of knowing this you. I curse the sun in its relentless pursuit to catch the moon. I have no time left to reacquaint myself with you. But I should not curse the sun for living out its life, only myself for wasting all of this time.