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I've resigned myself to the fact that we are no longer in eachother's lives. That phone calls will go unreturned, birthdays be celebrated seperately, crisises will be dealt with alone, inside jokes will be forgotten, borrowed items and money will be pushed to the back of our memories and closets and our friendship will fade. I try to pretend that this loss hasn't left a void. I'm lying, to myself and everyone else. I miss him and part of me wonders if I always will.
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand and the Eskimos had 100 words for snow. I wish I had 1,000 words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand and the Eskimos had 100 words for snow. I wish I had 1,000 words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that."