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You liked something of mine today. When I got the notification my heart stopped, so many emotions going through my head. I was almost happy at first, that you even acknowledged my existence after all these months. But then I remembered the pain you caused me. The late night cries and mid day breakdowns. The tears the rolled out of my eyes like a storm, slow at first but then they wouldn't stop. Of course I couldn't show weakness to my family so I hid the bathroom. The tears continued flowing as I thought about you. Why did you have to go and like my video. Of course the curiosity got the best of me and I had to see what video you liked, but when I clicked the notification there was no like. An accidental like, of course, why else would you like my video. I tried to search for your name but alas you had me blocked. I wasnt surprised. I'd block me too. Whatever I did must have been pretty bad for you to hate me this much. So I'm sorry for the thousandth time for any pain I ever caused you. 
          
          Sincerely,
          The One Who You Left Behind

Tell me why I find myself scrolling through our old messages
          All the love yous and see you soons
          The ugly selfies and random memes
          
          Tell me why I smiled at the old memories but that it fell as soon as I remembered reality
          
          I often find myself doing this. Hoping that maybe one day I'll get that little bubble on the bottom of screen that says 'New Messages'.
          Of course I know that is a something I'll never see again, at least from you.
          
          I texted you, on my birthday. Just wanting you to say hi, or something.
          I would've been fine if you yelled at me. I just wanted to know you remembered my existence.
          
          I guess that's long gone. I guess all those memories I have need to be forgotten. 
          
          I watched my old videos, the music videos I used to make. You were in so many of them. Your smile, your laughter, you. 
          
          I watch your videos sometimes. Going through the comments on them, I see mine. 
          Why don't you delete them?
          Part of me wants to believe you still think of me and maybe you have hope for a future where theres an us again.
          But the other part knows you probably just don't feel like deleting them. 
          
          We used to call every night. Remember that?
          I miss that. The 3 hour calls where we just talked about nonsense. 
          
          I'm sorry. If I ever did anything wrong. I just want you back

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