[what the hell is privacy anymore. she's aware that whatever this emotion is doesn't actually belong to her, empty as it is, and she pauses for a second as if that will help her decipher it.

she only addresses the second part.]

I had to rewrite it a few times because there was so much I wanted to say. [me cutting out chunks of my daan letter.] I did mean all of it though. I would've kept writing anyway even if you never responded.