I miss you, too.

The first time I let you go I spent 6 years forgetting you. Pushing you further and further into the back of my mind so that you seemed more like a fictional character instead of a real person out there somewhere.

 

I hope it’s not another 6 before I’m over you again.

I hate myself for missing you. Horrible people shouldn’t be missed.

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