I miss him. A lot. More than anyone could ever know. It feels like all my past wounds were reopened and then a hole was punched straight through my heart, which still aches for him. His touch, his presence, everything, my heart still aches for him. I miss him, bit not in the relationship aspect. I have moved on, I am over that. But I miss his friendship. His warm smiles. The trust we had, that i had thought unbreakable. I miss having someone to be there for, and someone there for me. I miss our late night calls and the sound of his voice in the morning. I miss his teasing. I miss how much he genuinely cared, and how hard he tried to make things ok. I loved the way he was the only one who could put up with all of my moods. He knew exactly how to handle me. He was my best friend. No one can replace that. Knowing I wont ever have that again, have him in my life again. Hurts more than any physical pain I could ever go through.
But of course this is all just hypothetical.
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