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@everyone My Dear Tartaglia,
I still remember when we met. So distant yet so sweet, like a flower that only blooms shortly in the spring and is gone again with the warm changes in the wind. I wanted more of you. I wanted your flower to last for all eternity, throughout every cold and cruel winter storm, to the warmest and wettest of summers, and even the bountiful warm love that autumn is supposed to be filled with. When we met, I thought you were cruel too.
This past year, every season has been cruel to me. I was ready to succumb to the illness it made me feel. I was ready to melt into the earth and be eaten alive by the beasts that torment my mind. I'm struggling greatly still. I'm sorry I keep putting distance between us, for you don't deserve to experience this with me. As I grow distant, you grow with more love for me. You somehow continue to blossom from the barren garden that is my heart. You curl your stems around my organs and sink your thorns into them, becoming apart of me. You refuse to let me go. Please don't ever let me go for your flower blossoming from my heart fills me with love. I know you're scared of me leaving, but I'm scared of you realizing I'm not enough and doing the same. I want to be enough for you. I want to love you as my own.
Even when your petals begin to crumble and my heart grows dry again, I will love you no matter your condition. I am forever grateful for you, even in my dark and distant moments. Please don't ever think any less of yourself or I. I promise you are enough, mon doux amour.
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