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I think I miss you...?
Or at least, I think I miss the idea of you..

I'm not sure anymore

This thing called Healing Process is very weird.

At first.... I remember I used to cry, a lot. You were always on my mind.. or at least subconsciously everything made me think of you and how I couldn't talk to you anymore.

Then it got easier, I started to move on and the thought of you came up less often. And I could feel myself getting better.

After that I had a downfall, and it became harder again, I know because I was writing a lot more.

Then it was getting better again.
And pretty soon I wasn't thinking of you anymore.

I know I am thinking right now.
At this very moment, but it's ok.
I'm allowed to do that once in a while, especially when I feel ok about it.

You know? I actually liked your story not long ago.. don't know if you noticed but I'm sorry if it made you feel weird,
I just really thought that story deserved a like.

I'm in a really good place right now, and it seems like you're too.

I'm so happy for you!

Honestly, sometimes I do wish that I could tell you things I've gone through... You know, share my thoughts and experience with you

For example, now... It's not anything dramatic or something, just.. you know, things...

Sometimes it's things that I know I'd just like the way you'd react to... And no one else in my life could ever replace your reaction, but once again... it's ok

I'm a bit curious, about how things turned out for you... With you know, almost everything

It's funny, because it's been almost two whole years since we last talked to each other, and somehow here I am once again, writing shit down about you at 00:30.

I want you to know that I'm not sorry for anything we went through together.
I'm greatfull. It shaped the girl I am today... Made me stronger, less vulnerable

So I guess thank you for that.

And thank you for letting me go when I needed it. I know it wasn't easy (for either of us)..

And I guess I do miss you/the idea of you sometime

But that's OK..

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