I miss making up stories about you in my head. So now I make up a dozen new ones just so I can avoid thinking about you. Problem is I do. Still. Every day, every night and everytime I let my guard down. It makes me miserable all over again because it is so pointless and empty.

I’m sure she is perfect for you and you’re very happy and this time it’ll actually stick. This time you’ll stay and get what you’ve always dreamed of. We would’ve been terrible together anyway. I know that I really really truly do. Every time we talk there is new evidence to support it.

But all that doesn’t stop me from missing what could’ve been.

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