I think about you every fucking day. Everything I do always traces back to you. Scrolling through my feed, "wow he would love that" or seeing a place so familiar reminding me of you. It's such a bittersweet feeling. It's strange being able to love and hate someone so much at the same time. And I wonder if you think the way I do, reminders and memories racing through my mind every time I see a picture of you or your name in my feed. How could you do it? Leave something so fresh. Or was it not something to you at all? Did you feel what I felt? Or was I the only one thinking we would last. But what we had is dead. Although I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me, I too must move on.
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