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Dear Jesús Manuel,

Though we've both made a huge effort to see each other more, it has been almost impossible for us. Your football career keeps you away from me, and my job keeps me away from you. The fact is we're losing each other and I would hate for that to happen.

I had been hinting moving in together to no avail, until I had to just tell you outright what I wanted because my hints weren't getting across to you. I suggested moving in together for the time being, instead of you having your own apartment and I my own, which is technically yours because you pay for it. But its not the same. Its not the place you sleep every night. You return somewhere else, and that also feels to me like you're hiding something from me.

You said we were fine this way. You're the one who's fine this way because I'm not. I want to hold you while I sleep and wake up to you every morning.

And I let the subject drop. But my suspicion grows.

I love you, Jesús Manuel, but I could not allow an infidelity on your part.

If my suspicions were true, just know, my darling, that it would completely and irreparably break my heart.

Sincerely,

Edda Van Horn

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we're just about in the middle of the story now, so i hope you've been liking it. the next one will most likely be about carlos fierro since i need a story about a chivas player in my life. i love them, and i don't have any stories about them on this account.

shame on me.

but one is coming. and though its going to be a short story, i really hope you all like it.

-clary xx