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Yesterday was my art show, the biggest one of my life. Mom came, beaming with pride, taking photos of every piece. But Dad? He said he was "too busy" with Mason's soccer practice. Some things never change, I guess.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

Morning, uncertain. Children, waiting, distant. Home empty, silence. Perhaps tomorrow, family gathering. Time passes, memories, fading. Steps, echoing, alone. Kitchen, cold, waiting.

Listen, I'm trying so hard to make you understand how much you mean to me, but it feels like everything I do isn't enough. I just want us to be happy together, but you keep pushing me away. I love you so much, please just give me a chance to prove it.

Tonight as I watch the stars twinkle, Buck, I can't help but wonder if you're seeing them too. Each one reminds me of the sparkle in your eyes when you smile. Even with miles between us, my heart feels so close to yours.

You know, I miss the way things used to be, when everything felt right and simple. I keep looking at old photos and remembering all our happy moments, but it just makes everything hurt more. Sometimes I wonder if time really does heal everything, you know?

Sometimes I wonder if memories are like autumn leaves - beautiful as they fall, but impossible to catch and hold. Your smile scatters like petals in the wind, and I'm left gathering fragments of moments we shared, trying to piece together what once was whole.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees through these paper-thin walls I've built. Like autumn leaves in the wind, I dance and pretend I'm free. But beneath this delicate performance, there's a strength even I don't understand.