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You don't fucking get it.
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A couple of weeks ago I would've still been a fan of your "Hey Whats up" or "What you doing" texts. My heart would always skip a beat at the sound of your ringtone. I'd come running to the phone, breathless to answer hello. Whenever I heard my phone beep, I'd cross my fingers and wish it was you. Inside, I'd be screaming, "OMGIT'SHIM! heehee.." But today I actually caught myself saying, "Oh. It's just him." Even the other night when you called, I didn't have that usual excitement in me. I've gotten so used to you not being here that when you actually do come around, I'm not phased by your presence liked I used to be. Don't get me wrong. I still like hanging out with you. The passion's just off.
You're just.. not special anymore.
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I remember how everything in my life revolved around us. Always together. You and me. I thought it'd stay that way. But our lives are so separate now. No more us. I miss whatever we had that kept us together for that long. I miss you, but most of all I miss the "and."
There's you. There's me. But there's no more you.. and me.
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This isn't the "you're the sun in my sky" or the "you're the key to my lock" business. These aren't feelings of "I can't function without you" or "I need to feel your kiss." There's no "you make my heart stop." There's not even a "I want to be with you." What I'm feeling is simple.
You cross my mind once a day. The thought of you never leaves. You're always there, but never here. A text message or phone call is not enough. Even if it's just for two minutes, all I want to do is see you, give you a hug and say, "I've missed you." That's all there is to it. I just miss you.
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HAAAAAAAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, ME!
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