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I already miss you.

I remember on January first that I could feel my heart swell when I looked at whom I got to wake up next to. So thankful, I was, to have been able to start the year off with you, someone I’m completely in love with.

Isn’t it funny how now I’m waiting for you to tell me I’m too much for you?

Isn’t it funny how now you don’t love me? And that you don’t kiss me the same, or look at me the same?

Just a little bit of time and suddenly I am no longer important.

Thank you for lying to me when you said, “I love you.”

Thank you for holding me when I cried, thinking I could trust you.

Thank you for leaving me.

 

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