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To: Loïc Berkeley

From: London Wright

Subject: I love you.

Loïc,

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I can’t wait to hold you.

It won’t always hurt this much, I promise.

Please call me anytime, day or night. I don’t care when. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and I just need to talk to you.

Please call me.

I love you so very much.

Love,

London

And another.

To: Loïc Berkeley

From: London Wright

Subject: I’m sorry.

Loïc,

I don’t know what you’re going through. But I know how much I’m hurting, and I can only imagine that you’re hurting more. I wish I could take away your pain. I wish I could change things. But I can’t.

I can be here for you and love you. I can promise you that we can get through this.

Please call me. I’m so worried about you.

I love you so much.

Love,

London

I read each email with detached disinterest. I know the words are meant to comfort me. I realize that they should be eliciting some emotion from me. But I feel nothing.

To: Loïc Berkeley

From: London Wright

Subject: Love

Loïc,

I know I’m probably not saying the right words. I admit that I don’t know what to say to ease some of your pain, if that is even possible. But I do know that I love you. While I might not do or say the correct things, I can love you with everything I am.

Love has the power to heal. I know it does.

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