#44.

Must remember to write in journal, must remember to cleanse, must remember to practice You Found Me and must remember to forget. Just to let you know, it's been one week since you walked out. It's been one week since I've heard your voice and one week since it all ended.

Amazing how long one week can seem when you have to do without something that means a lot. One week, seven days,  one hundred and sixty eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes. I won't go in to seconds, I miss you enough as it is without counting out every second in between then and now.

By present, I realize it would have never worked, you and me. But I can't help but wonder how far we would have made it, if only you tried. If you gave your half of the one hundred for this. Too bad you over thought it and let go. Too bad you had to go and spend a whole day mulling over this being detrimental to me, even though it wasn't, you say you were only thinking about me when you cut it off, but I don't believe you, to be honest.

Right now, I'm sort of wishing you read my blog, so then maybe you'd know how I really felt. After you told me to be honest with you, I held back, it's not like I'm going to go and tell you how much I didn't want you to go, because I'm sure you would have dropped it anyway.

Worst part is, it doesn't even seem like you're missing me. Seems like I was just a phase in your life, and when I'm sitting here, writing some bullshit rant about how much I miss you, you're probably where you are, talking to a dozen other people who mean way more to you than I did.

Right now, I just feel so alone. You have no idea. Like I'm in the centre of a circle, with an empty seven thousand kilometre radius. Over a week ago, you were in here with me, I didn't feel so empty. But for the past seven days, you've run out on me.

You are perfect, you know that, right now, I just wanna disregard that super long ramble I just posted, cause you talked to me. Whyyyyy dooo youuu haaveee too beee likeee thaatt. 

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