Promise You Won't Forget
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Last published Sat, Jun 28, 2014
I felt pain and anger and sadness as you said those words. I don't know what came over me but I just got mad and the next thing you know we argued and thing somewhat got out of hand. We haven't talked since that incident. It's been a week since that incident. I miss you, i don't know if you miss me. Most likely not, I don't even know if you even care about me. But I still miss you. You will never read this cuz I will never tell you about this story. But someday, I just hope we go back to being what we were (best friends, we are not dating that's just no.)
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