{a letter}
Dear Father,
Love is a funny thing.
Sometimes I feel empty, but I know that love is there, in my heart. Other times I feel it there in my throat and it'd like to choke me. Sometimes it's quiet and sometimes it makes my heart race.
Sometimes I don't even realize how much I love someone or something until they're gone. Then I'm filled with an achy love that feels like a black hole inside me.
Then there's the love that's always there no matter how angry or upset I am with that person. Can't get rid of it.
And when you lose something that's nearest and dearest to you, I think love is there to carry through. Love never forgets all the times you've had and it brings them back to mind to make you laugh instead of cry.
Yup, love must be straight from You.
Thanks for your love, Father.
Olivia
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