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"I miss you horribly. You cross my mind every day, just like I said you would. I hope you're doing okay. I hope you got your act together and, a part of me, hopes you miss me too. I wish I had a way to talk to you. To just be able to have one good last conversation with you. I miss telling you I love you every hour of every day. I miss calling you baby and boyfriend. I just miss you. I know it's stupid and I shouldn't and I know you won't care after what I did to you but, I can't help it. I'm never going to find anyone like you ever again and that's really starting to bother me more each and every day. I hope you're doing okay and you haven't done anything stupid. I also wish somehow you'll come across this, read it, and possibly say a word or two to me."
I found that on Tumblr a couple months back and I feel like I could've been the one who wrote that. I mean, it's almost exactly what I feel deep down in my heart. I had a dream about Farid this morning. And if dreams were really the opposite of reality, then I guess that's my closure, in a way. I dreamt that he was still in Singapore and we were hanging out, doing what we did best together.
I got up crazy-early today, guess I couldn't sleep after having that dream. On some days I'm strong enough not to feel a thing and just think to myself that shit happens, walk round the shit, and get to the other side, but today's not that kinda day. Today's the day when I see shit on a pavement, and think that it's impossible to even get past it.
Can't help but think back on Jan 23, it's still so bloody fresh in my mind. Guess I'm really taking too long to get over something which lasted 2 months. FML.
I found that on Tumblr a couple months back and I feel like I could've been the one who wrote that. I mean, it's almost exactly what I feel deep down in my heart. I had a dream about Farid this morning. And if dreams were really the opposite of reality, then I guess that's my closure, in a way. I dreamt that he was still in Singapore and we were hanging out, doing what we did best together.
I got up crazy-early today, guess I couldn't sleep after having that dream. On some days I'm strong enough not to feel a thing and just think to myself that shit happens, walk round the shit, and get to the other side, but today's not that kinda day. Today's the day when I see shit on a pavement, and think that it's impossible to even get past it.
Can't help but think back on Jan 23, it's still so bloody fresh in my mind. Guess I'm really taking too long to get over something which lasted 2 months. FML.