I miss the idea of us, of you being there, of you comforting me.
When she talked about him being the one, I thought about how my naivety took a toll on me when I first thought the exact same thing with you.
I don't miss you at all. But I do miss thinking that you were my other half, that you were oh so perfect. But damn, darling... that was so long ago. It's such a distant memory now.
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