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We have to win in November. We need four more years.
Because I’m not ready to let you go, and losing you like this will crush me. I hate admitting that, but there it is.
Where is there a place for me, however small, in yourlife once this ends?
I’m not ready to face that.
Thus I plan to work my ass off to help her get re-elected, because then I can defer that fear for four more years.
Because I’m not sure how to watch you walk away from me again and know you won’t look back because you’re too busy looking at him.
Love you,
L.
