Jessica, if you're reading this; I'm sorry you think that my caring for you is just so goddamn wrong, but I won't stop, even if you do. You weren't only my best friend, but you were my sister. Best friends come and go, but sisters always come back. Maybe when you finally realize that I'm right, when the inevitable happens and he breaks your heart, like I told you he would, maybe then you'll come back and ask for my forgiveness. Or maybe not. I don't know anymore. I don't even think I know you anymore.
But that won't stop me from missing you.
I miss you.
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