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Literature
A letter to my favorite person The "See you again!" and "See you soon, darling!" will forever haunt me because, in fact, we did not see each other soon, nor again.
The image of closing the door behind me and the last smile I saw on your face is etched into my mind.
I can't erase it.
I am not sure that I want to, since it's one of the very last ones I have left.
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You raised me, and everything that I am today, I owe to you.
But now you're gone.
And I have no one to run to, no one to talk to, since no one truly understands me the way you did.
No one's gaze is as warm as yours was.
No one makes sure to pick me in a room full of people the way you always did.
It was as if you knew how neglected I was, how much I needed someone like you to choose me the way you always did.
Out of everyone, against everyone, you loved your granddaughter the most.
And I was the happiest person alive while I held that title.
You framed my photo in a white frame, claiming that I was the angel no one deserves.
You made sure I was safe
