I can't believe I tried to convince myself that I didn't miss him, and that I didn't need him. I keep coming back though, against my judgement, because in the back of my head I feel like I shouldn't be doing this, that it's bad for me. But I still. Keep. Coming. Back. It's like I'm addicted, to him.
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