Theo,

Two years. Two years of silence. I don't even know why I'm writing this. What's the point? But I can't stop. I have to keep trying, even if it feels hopeless.

People say I should accept that you're gone. But how can I? How can I when I still feel you so strongly in my heart? But maybe that's just a lie I tell myself to keep from breaking down completely.

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The village is alive again. New faces, new lives. But I'm still here, in this same place, waiting. Hoping. Dying inside a little more each day.

I went to the glade today, for the first time in months. The oak tree is still there, but it felt different. Like it's been waiting too, but now it's tired. Like me. I don't know how much longer I can stand this. I don't know if I want to keep going without you.

If you're out there... please...please.....

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