*all this lettering is bold, as if written very roughly onto the page*------Why? Everything amongst our group is running smoothly, I've even killed the Elf Tarvorond! Yet my mind remains clouded with personal thoughts about one of my closest friends, and I keep finding myself wishing for more. I'm short on words. I don't know why I'm writing. I grow jealous of the women I see him around. As my thoughts cake onto the gears turning in my head, it makes approaching, or speaking to him difficult. I wish I could. When I have the chance an array of doubtful questions bombard me, like, "what if he hates you for it?" and, "what if he's got his eye elsewhere?" I've been his friend for years.. I'm not even sure what triggered this sudden feeling but... *the print here is too light to read. Out of ink*
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