"don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head." - blink-182
I found a box full of memories this morning. While I went through them I found a photo of the two of us. We both looked so happy, and it was natural. I put the picture back and called you. You answered, I asked how you were, you said you were fine. We talked for a little over an hour. I hung up and made a cup of tea. I realized that I no longer miss you, and the crippling nostalgia has finally passed. I'm really okay, for the first time in a long time.
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