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Dear Chanyeol,
I miss the feeling of your gentle touch. How you would always envelop me in your warm bear-hugs and spin me around crazily in the air. You knew I loved the feeling of being in your arms. I always seemed to melt into your embrace.
I miss our surprise dates that we used to go on. Whether it was the movies or the beach, if you were there, I was happy. Your favorite place to be was in the park at night. We would have a starlight picnic and afterwards, we'd lay down and stargaze with your arms wrapped around me. You made me feel so special, like we could have ruled the world together if we wanted to.
I miss all the fun things we used to do. Do you remember how we used to prank our friends all the time? You'd grab my hand, pulling me into your world as we achieved the impossible. I'd always glare at you as if scolding you for you playfulness, but it'd never last long. You would smile cheekily and peck my lips, running away laughing innocently. I'd smile lightly and chase after you; you'd slow down on purpose just so I could catch you.
I miss our night long movie marathons at your house. You would hold me gently and let me cuddle into your side as we watched late into the night until we both fell asleep. You would pick Miracles In Cell No.7 every time just so you could have an excuse to comfort and kiss the top of my head whenever I cried at the sad parts. Your honey like scent would wash around me and pull me into a sense of calmness. You always were too tall for me, but you would whisper that it didn't matter and you would always be there for me no matter what happened.
I miss waking up safe and sound in your arms. You never were a early riser, and you'd sleep late into the afternoon had I not been there to wake you up. I would lay in your arms, not daring to move in fear I'd disturb your sleep. I'd stare at your adorable face as you snored quietly and shifted your arm closer to mine, mumbling some incomprehensible words.
I miss all the memories we made together, but I hope you won't. I hope you are nowhere as heartbroken and stranded as I am, and I hope you are truly happy with the new girl who has stolen your heart. Don't hold onto my image. Forget me. Let me go.
Because we were never meant to be in the first place.
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