I Still Think About You, By The Way.
I still think about you, by the way.
How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.
My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.
I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.
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