I am sitting on the small bed, a paper on my lap and a pen in my hand.
I am writing a letter to her...
She is not going to write me back. She has never once written back after the hundreds of letters I have sent her over the past six months.
But I do not write to get a reply.
I write for her to know I still care about her and I think about her...
And I still love her...
Maybe she will never give me a chance. Maybe she will never forgive me for all the pain I caused her.
But that is not reason enough for me to stop.
Because if I stop, then what am I living for?
The reason I wake up each and every day optimistically in this dark, lonely and cold place is because of Camilla and our baby.
They are my source of strength.
Source of happiness.
I wa
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