I hear your words from the page, as if you were here speaking them. It isn't quite the same, but nonetheless they echo with all the heart I know you to possess. They make mine ache, for I sit here as powerless as you, only able to abide by the choices someone else has made for me. Whatever I can achieve within those is mine, and what you achieve has always been, and will always be, yours alone, Anne. That is the way in which I think of you, my dearest friend, and the way I truly wish you would see yourself.

Now, once you have read those words, and I quite honestly do hope they come to you in my voice as you do for yours, I have just a few more for you. Quit moping to a piece of parchment, put down the pen, and come be with me for one day.

Please, all I need right now is to see your face.

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