I'm one of those people who, when he loves someone, really and truly loves.

I have loved—earnestly loved—three females in my life. I still think about them, even though I haven't spoken to one of them in a few years, and another now rarely. The third is my wife.

But I still love those others. I still get that horribly wonderful alive feeling in my chest when I think about them. I just wanted to tell them. Even though they will likely never see this.

I still love you.

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