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He and I were, then we weren't. It was the way things ended, and the way that it began, and everything in between, that made me miss him more then I ever. He had a way with saying I love you without saying it. He slowly become a part of me, and it was as if he was half of me. I hate saying it. But I did love him, and he was my other half ( cringing at belonging to someone).
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why? that was the question wasn't it? why was this happening to him? to me? to us... what we had was perfect, maybe not your standards of perfect no, but perfect to me and now, it was being taken away from me.

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