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Listening to some old music, as I do these days, I am reminded of the first times I heard them. I remember crying when I heard Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes, because, of course, you were dating a girl named Rosie.

Seems a little silly now, but then... it was heart rending.

funny how some things change so much, and yet the feelings remain.

I have never stopped loving you. Not for an instant. Not since I was thirteen.

And I have to believe that I never will.