Sometimes, even if two people are meant for each other,
it doesn't mean they have to be together now.
Sometimes,
it's easier to pretend you don't care than to admit it's killing you.
Do I really love him,
or am I addicted to the pain of wanting something I can't have?
Reading old conversations with you make me realize how much has changed.
I miss you, or at least the person I knew
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