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I'm sending you off well with a smile and good wishes but hurry home, I miss you already.

seeing you so happy made me forget i was ever sad

Of all the things I’ve come to like, I liked you most.

I dreamt of you again. I always dream of you when I’m sad. You looked so happy, I was happy.

I never wanted you to be the one that got away, so I asked for your hand in hopes that you would stay. Little did I know what these eleven would bring. You were my everything.

The kiss of your lips. The touch of your skin. Everything is so foreign to me now. Where should I begin?

I’m no stranger to the dark. I have been here before. Tonight we sleep, but tomorrow we will be no more.

It is an imaginary hurt, a migrated pain. I tell myself I’m okay, just to stay sane.

You show up in my memories every year once a year and I wonder how you’re doing. I don’t know why, it doesn’t even occur to me that you’re missing, but once a year, every year, you show up in my memories and I miss you, all over again.

I love you so much. And the thought of you actually loving me too is just wishful thinking.

I once saw somewhere long ago, that if you are in love with someone, you aren’t interested in anyone else. If you are interested in anyone else, then you aren’t in love with them. And I today, felt that truth.

I’ll always love you, no matter how much you hurt me. That’s just the way I am. I’m not sad about it, it doesn’t make me angry or lonely. I just love. That’s all there is to it.