You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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