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“People United Will Never Be Defeated!”

I always thought that I ought to fill you in on all the problems that I have brought into my life, and share with you all the little things that have caught my attention. I fought with the idea that you didn’t feel the same about me. You told me about the first time you smoked pot, and I told you about how my energy has felt shot. You always seemed distraught by my emotions, but you would be surprised to know that those tears were not even close to all I’ve got.

I felt like I needed someone like you, so I pleaded with you, begging you to care about me. You never once exceeded my expectations, and I proceeded to realize that nobody ever will.

For a short amount of time, you made me feel important. Your constant checking up on me was comforting. I remember all of it and wonder why I was never content. Once you moved to Portland I might as well have put out a warrant for my arrest, because anything would have been better than the assortment of distorted messages you sent me.

I felt blind for letting you find out so much about me. I thought that maybe in some weird way we were assigned to each other, like we were meant to be. You were never unkind and I always seemed to fall behind every other priority you had.

Maybe we have just grown up, but I never wanted us to be in totally different time zones and I still miss the smell of your cologne and the taste of your mouth.