I have something that I must admit, but I'm terrified that saying it out loud will make it more real. Unfortunately, I think the only way to come to terms with it is to fess up...I still miss you. Not the waiting up for calls, the feeling anxious all the time, or the constant ache and confusion. What I miss is you. I miss my friend. There was this person in my life that I had so much in common with. Someone that could make me laugh, and that understood the stupid things I do. Not only understand, but appreciate. I still want to call you whenever I do something stupid, or when I see something I know you would like. I HATE that.
But I'm trying to accept it, and work out how this whole friendship thing fills in the cracks.
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If you're referring to who I think you're referring to, I'm right there with you. Except you probably get more contact than I do, which is none.
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