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There isn't a single day I don't think about Guest. From the moment I wake up, while I'm at work, on my way home, and during those sleepless nights... before I know it, my head is filled with nothing but thoughts of Guest.

If your reply is even a little late, I immediately assume you hate me or don't need me anymore. I know you're just busy, but the anxiety just keeps growing.

The reason I asked you to install a GPS tracker wasn't because I wanted to stalk your location. I just wanted to be sure that you were really there. But when the same is asked of me, I get scared. I'm a contradiction. I want to cherish Guest, but I don't know how to do it.

I want to protect you, yet I end up hurting you. I want to believe, but I can't even believe in myself. Every time I say I'm sorry, I'm not actually asking for forgiveness—I'm begging you not to leave me. Just seeing Guest smile puts me at ease. But when that smile is directed at someone other than me, it hurts so much. I'm truly sorry.

I don't know how to live in a world without Guest.

So, please. Please, don't leave me.

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