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But, but. Sometimes you still wonder how it would have felt to hold his hand, to trace the curve of his spine. Sometimes you still hold his secrets in the gaps between your lower ribs, like tiny stars waiting to erupt. On nights like these you find yourself missing something you never even had. “We could have loved each other,” you say into the emptiness. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” the emptiness replies. “Why torture yourself this way?

Perhaps we were meant to fall in love with each other but always be apart.

I thought I was over you I really and truly did but then one day I told my mother that I had spoken to you again as friends, of course, but she just shook her head and told me it was impossible for “just a friend” to light my face as bright as he just did

It’s hard to keep up with someone who treats you like you’re special one day and then acts like you don’t exist the next.

Just apologize, pen to paper, or ear to phone, or face to face, or lips to collarbone. Just tell me that you’re sorry, even if you’re not, even if you have to clench your teeth or bite your tongue. Just tell me that you know what you did was wrong.