I miss you. Like, a lot. You were my best friend for a while and it feels strange not to have you in my life. But you turned into an asshole somewhere along the way and you're still not sorry for how you hurt me. I know I had my part in screwing things up between us, too. And for that, I'll always be sorry. But I never stopped trying, even when you gave up.
Every time I think of you, a small part of me is happy. But then I think about all the things you did and said, how your parents hate me, how the music came first, how easily you threw me away, and how far away you are. And it still just hurts so badly. Because I gave you my trust and you trampled all over it. You blamed me for everything. And I didn't deserve that. Hell, you didn't even wish me a happy birthday.
Even still... I miss you. And I do want want you to come back. I just... don't know what to do about it.
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