So this is how it’s going to be, then?

I try and be okay. Then the loneliness hits and I just don’t know anymore.

"But if I went through every measure with my promise to be better you’d say…"

I really fucking miss you.

"But do you really feel alive without me?"

I think there’s this hope that if I work and work and most days just shut out feelings I’ll forget I’m not over you.

Why is it always nine months after a breakup when it hits me just how in love I was?

"There ain’t much I wouldn’t give today just to see one of your smiles."

"But in truth I’m lost for words."

“You’re pretty amazing at this, you know.”

I know. But I wish I didn’t have to be. Talking people down shouldn’t be a skill, something I can be proud of. It’s something I do because I care, because I always would.

It still makes me cry though.

"And I was hoping as the credits rolled, he’d make it back to her someday."

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I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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