Me and You

Stayed

You heard me. 

You listened to me about what happened all this time that left without me and you talking. I told you everything, especially about him. I let you know about my grades at school, everything.

At that time, you were the one who was quite distant and bitter with an attitude of a snobbish person. Your answers were short, not too much to say like the last time we talk, late answers. However, that was completely acceptable.

I knew that it was my fault. I was the one who left this kind of relationship we had. Maybe it wasn't love back then because it was way too soon for such a feeling, but surely it wasn't a simple one that just two friends could had. 

You thanked me once again for sending you and explaining the reason I left you for. All that time, you thought you did something wrong. I hated myself for doing a thing like this to you.

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I still had my profile with him. For no reason, it just didn't occur to change it. You asked me again: "Wait, are you still with him? Because your profile picture confuses me". I answered negatively and told you to help me find a picture to change it.

Our mood was really good, I sent you photos of me to choose, you were complimenting constantly.  We ended up selecting the best pic of me while having fun and making jokes and then it looked like our conversation was reaching the end. 

I didn't want to stop chatting with you. You did so good with my mental health.

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As I saw the end coming, I let you know (again) that I missed you. You, your jokes, everything. I knew that maybe I started to become kind of  boring due to the fact I was telling you all the time how I feel about you. I just wanted you to know.

The most impressive? You said that you missed me too. For you maybe wasn't such a big thing telling this to me. But trust me, for that 4 words, be sure that I skipped beats while reading it.

I was really happy that you thought of me at least once while we were not talking. 

Because it's thoroughly obvious that I never stopped.