My life fell apart. I thought it was forever and I'm still not sure it isn't. I don't know, but I wrote poetry a few nights before. And when I read it, it feels like I wrote it after, and that makes me think it was the right thing to do. I miss him. I love him. But I don't think now is the time for that anymore. We are the best of friends. And
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