She was head over heels for him, no question about that. It
is not her fault that this was never going to happen. It is not her fault that
the only idea she had about that situation was to write. So write him she did.
She wrote so many words. Line upon line. Page upon page. Pouring
out her heart and soul. Begging for some response from him. You could have
wallpapered Buckingham Palace with the letters she wrote to him. And the
letters just kept coming. Day after day after day.
She could have just sent him a text.
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