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Hi. I dedicated this extra page for my retarded boyfriend, Neil. There's a lot I adore about you — too much to fit here, really. I'm infatuated with how incredible you are. You're such a beautiful person; I've spent hours upon hours staring at you, yearning. Despite living so close to me, it's impossible to see you enough! I can't wait to get that apartment down south, dude. When we put our money and dreams together, we'll look back on the time I typed this, (8.28.26) feeling more proud than ever of ourselves. Proud of how far we've come. Accomplished. Whole. I have hope for us, seriously. Although the first time was rough, I'm more than ecstatic to prove myself to you. Unsure how I haven’t mentioned this yet, but — and this is a given — you’re so talented too, man. I wish I were as skilled as you.. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I do sort of look up to you. Sometimes. You make me laugh constantly when we hang out. Those moments are, and always will be, so valuable to me. Holy fucking bars. I hope they make you feel the same way. I like how messy your handwriting is, how you interact with others, how gently you comfort me, how dumb you can be, how patient you are, and much, much more. I'd extend the length of this paragraph, but you'd fall asleep not even halfway through it. To make a long story short, you're a pretty sweet guy. I love you. I hope, whenever you're sad, you can come back to this and remind yourself of how much I do.

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