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Dear Him,

I asked my therapist if I was crazy.

Since, she knows you more than she knows me.

I asked if it was wrong that the only fact she knew about me was that I was in love with you.

I knew she'd say no, because that's what they're supposed to say.

You never call a patient crazy.

She smiled and said "if anything, I'm the crazy one."

And she was right.

Who could listen to a love stuck teenager for two hours every day, and not lose their mind?

Love,

Alaska

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