I miss you in ways that I shouldn’t. No matter how hard I try you are still the first person I want to tell when something good or bad happens. I wanted to tell you about my first heart break. I wanted to tell you about my struggles. I just want you back, but not in the way we were towards the end. I want you back in the way that our fights were over which book character was better, in the way that we always made time for each other. In the way that we had our future planned with each other. But we messed it up. You were moving on with newer people. You got sick of me and that’s okay I just wish I would have gotten an explanation. I wish we would have talk about it. I wish you didn’t shut me out and push me away. I wish I wasn’t such a bitch with too much pride to ask it you are okay. To ask if you miss me as I miss you, or are you happy without me hanging on to your every word. We changed I know but I thought we were changing together. I thought we were growing up not apart. We have the memories of each other. We have the feeling that there is just one thing missing but we know will never be filled. I miss you I really do and I know that we were toxic and we need space but I never thought that this space would sallow us.
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I came across your page, and your writing is beautiful. But this one in particular caught my eye. I once had a friend like this, and we found each other again. Maybe you reach out, but more than likely, they miss you, too. Love and friendship like this are never worth losing, even if it's been years.