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I started texting my friend B. last night. I have a small crush on him, so the texts have a slight flirty appeal to them.They remind me of the days when you and I would stay up late texting, and how you would fall asleep, and how we would flirt constantly. I couldn’t help but ache for you.
I remember how short you were. You were only slightly taller than me. I remember your soft shirts and long, ratty jeans. I remember you beautiful blonde hair and perfect pond water eyes.
It breaks my heart we’re never going to experience band together again. I miss how things used to be so much, Austin. I just wanna cry.
I guess there’s going to be part of me that misses you forever.
I truly am never going to forget, and I’m not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.
Love,
Me
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May 2, 2013
Dear You,
It drives me crazy that I still miss you.
How is that even possible? It’s been so horribly long.
You’re probably not even the same.
I know I’m not.But you still meant the world to me, so maybe we can be not the same together someday…
Love, Me
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