Not every day, not every week. But occasionally, it comes over me like a wave. I miss the way you used to make me laugh. The way you used to make me feel. The way you said I made you feel. But more than that, I miss your friendship. Somehow I thought we would always be friends. Always be in each others lives, no matter what happened. Naive and foolish I guess. I wouldn't change anything that happened. Anyway.
I miss you.
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