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i asked how you were. you told me you’re okay but at the same time asked me who i was. i sent you that message with hopes of not having to answer that question.
deep down, i wished you would realize who i was but you’d keep it to yourself. then we could talk again. before 2 am, i think i almost got my wish but you had to work. instead of shutting up, i brought you up to speed about the happenings you’ve missed. with your next message, i got the impression that either you really know me or my news seem to give you a distant hint that it’s me you’re talking to.
i finally got my wish after a week. we’re on “texting” terms again. i think it’s insane how easily you had ignored me. must we now only have stolen minutes before you get to work? must we really pretend i’m all just a missent message? and all these for a girl? whatever happened to us? i miss you, best friend. i miss you and everything else.
Postscript: I just remembered I had deleted all our pictures together.
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