So here I am. 5:35pm. On what would be your birthday. And it hurts. It hurts like fucking hell.
I don't stop thinking about you. I don't think I ever could. We had something special, something I don't think I'll ever be able to recreate.
It's the little things that make me think of you. Jordan tweeting. Nick tweeting. NKOTBSB. Finding a fic I had
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I'm sorry. I certainly know how that goes... I'd like to say it gets easier, but... It does and yet it doesn't (and we share our birthday, which.. blah).
Hang in there sweetie.
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