#217.
Wow I'm flying through these bloody phases.
Right now I am missing you insanely. Like, honestly, you have no idea how much I just want to talk to you. Even though the reality is, that you wouldn't want to talk to me. I'm so cut at myself for ever letting it slip. And I'd hate to admit it, but I've been subconsciously comparing you with other people, and turns out, that you always come out on top. I hate feeling all this regret and remorse. I hate knowing that you probably don't miss me anywhere near as much as I miss you. I hate that after you trusted me so much, I had to go and break it all up. Not just once either. Bloody fucking twice. No matter how much I tell myself it wasn't worth it, I still end up feeling like if it were someone else, you would've held on. Even if we didn't have a relationship, we could of held on to our friendship, but I went ahead and fucked that up too.

I hate that I keep trying to find someone to replace you. I hate how impossible that is. Do you realise that people like you are almost impossible to find. You used to thank me for putting up with your randomness. But that's a small price to pay, when everything else about you caught me. God this is corny. Just want things to go back to how they were before I started being an emotional asshole. Just.. Sorry.

 

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