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I didn't lose Katie (thank God, thank Him, Thank Him!!!), but I sure lost Kate.

And for the first time, it's occurring to me that that's her loss. Because I could help her if she trusted me... and she doesn't want to. Even though I sense her secrets and know what she needs and wants from life, she won't tell me so I can pretend to find out and advise what I've been thinking about for months.

That said, those two aren't my problem. They're my friends, and I want to help them. Loving someone enough to help them does not make friendship a burden. If either of them made the implication, I'd be insulted.

That said, even though you don't read this and don't give a flying fuck, I knew you from the first breath you took with me in the room. I've known you all along for feeling.


Get used to it; 'Cuz I'm not leaving.

And Katie and I are still friends.

I know your secret.