I spend so much time thinking of what to say to you, wondering what I could say to you that wouldn't feel like pointless pestering, but that's just my own self deprecating heart speaking. Maybe my presence really does mean something to you, maybe you do enjoy hearing the countless ramblings that I have to offer, I don't know. All I do know is you continue to be this one source of light in my banal, agonizing existence and I really can't do anything about it except hold onto that spark I get when you're around. All I can do is find the right meaningless words to say and await your reply, and its never not worth it.
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