tomorrow i will have to try to take comfort in who is with me, and desperately hope against the evidence thus far that that is enough to overcome the pain of who is not.
i loved doing stuff with you. of course, by the time we did this run three years ago you were already over me. i wish you'd told me so. maybe i'd be past this heartache by now.
i doubt it, though. you are still amazing.
i still wish you all the best, and pray for you regularly. i still refuse to clamor for a piece of you. i think that you think that was what i was doing, but i wasn't.
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