I miss you

I remember vividly how much fun we have everytime we hangout. We were always laughing and there were moments when silence was not a source of worry. For the first time in a long time, I was actually comfortable with silence. I don’t want to be dramatic, heck! I don’t like this feeling. I wonder if I every meant something to you, or if i still mean something to you.

I am happy as long as you are happy.
I miss you.
every f*cking day.

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