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I am so happy for you, you should know that. You’ve always feared that our friendship would turn sour and you’ll be the target of my rage, and it did turn sour but I couldn’t hold anger for someone I’ve once loved so much. I know it was the logical thing to do, to maintain a distance that we could never cross nor meet halfway. Whenever I hear something good about you, I’m flooder with all these crazy mix of emotions that I didn’t know I was capable of having. I feel sad that I’m not a part of your life anymore, doubt if you’re truly happy, anger for the hell that transpired as we parted ways, love for the special person that you are. You’re tender and derranged and funny and smart and broken and amazing. I miss you though but it can’t be helped and it doesn’t matter anymore.