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Updated 4 years ago,December 27, 2020
On paper, he and I were perfect.
Actually, who am I kidding?
In real life, we were pretty perfect.
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We almost never fought.
We explored majestic corners of the world together.
We laughed a lot.
He was tall, dark, and handsome, an athlete with a plan.
I was blonde hair, blue eyes, an artist with a dream.
I know that you and I are not the forever I once hoped for.
Thats the thing about break ups, right?
I wish I had bad things to say about you, but I dont.
I wish it were you.
I know this feeling will pass.
There is even science behind this: The neurology of addiction and separation.
What Icansay is that I know its normal.
But right now, I do.
When something happens and I have to tell someone, I want to tell you.
I know that you cant be the person to come over when Im lonely.
I know that probably no good would come from calling you.
Ive learned that knowing better does not equal feeling better.
