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i miss talking to you from the moment the sun rose till far past it had set, i remember you being the first person i'd texted in the morning, i miss pouring my thoughts to you over messages, telling all the small intricate details i noticed, supplying you with beautiful
metaphors, letting you see my hidden vulnerability through meanings of words, i miss texting you reminding you to stay hydrated while studying, i miss running to tell you my big news, i miss sharing music with you, sharing moments with you but i have to move on, i can't cling
to something so broken anymore, i once told you that i hold on to people tight not wanting them to leave, saying that when they do it feels like a band-aid made of wax strip, so i guess now i have to heal that wax strip wound
i don't blame you, i know people move on, they grow and change, i knew in some sought of way this was coming, our friendship seemed too good not to fade away. i'm happy i got to be your friend. i miss you, but i think i have to move on
i don't think i can heal, i break a bit more each time i text and get no response. so i guess i might have to say goodbye, something i am not good at.
