“ It’s not that I miss you. I just, for some reason,
keep thinking you’re going to walk through that door and
tell me that you miss me and you want me and can’t imagine your
life without me. I keep thinking you need me and you’re randomly
going to call me, IM me, or text me. I keep waiting for the moment
you’re going to give up and tell me all this, then I realize why you
haven’t done it yet because none of it’s true.
You’ve moved on now,
and you’re happy. Without me. ”
And I pray that you’re ok.
That it’s okay.
I pray all the parts of you that I remember are still there.
I pray that you’re happy even if it’s not with me
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