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I miss you every fucking day. It seems as if we've grown distant which was bound to happen. I know it's because of me, too. I don't want to lash out and hurt. I still love you. And I can't stop. And it hurts. There's not a day where I don't rethink our conversations, and often have to stop myself from rereading.
But I get why it happened. It was for the best.
But the best option isn't usually the easiest.