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I'm done pretending that this doesn't hurt anymore. I'm done pretending that every day that you continue to be in this... oddly forced separation, doesn't kill me. I'm done pretending that you and I are finished.
I'm done, because I can't stand it... and because I still love you.
I love all my friends. I love to be with them, I love to hang out and see movies and chat and play games...
But they're not you. Not one of them is even close to you.
I can't talk to them the way we could. I can't understand things the way we could.
The very fact that you came up to me, despite us not being allowed to talk, and told me you knew something was wrong and hoped it got better... you must still care somewhere. I don't know how much you know. I don't know if you still really care about me but you've told me you miss me and you wouldn't have said something if you didn't.
So I'm done.
Patrick, I miss you. I miss you as a friend, and I miss being able to love you. Even if its unrequited, I don't even care. I just wish I could talk to you. I love you, Patrick.
Maybe one day things can be better. I hold on for that one hope.
I'm done, because I can't stand it... and because I still love you.
I love all my friends. I love to be with them, I love to hang out and see movies and chat and play games...
But they're not you. Not one of them is even close to you.
I can't talk to them the way we could. I can't understand things the way we could.
The very fact that you came up to me, despite us not being allowed to talk, and told me you knew something was wrong and hoped it got better... you must still care somewhere. I don't know how much you know. I don't know if you still really care about me but you've told me you miss me and you wouldn't have said something if you didn't.
So I'm done.
Patrick, I miss you. I miss you as a friend, and I miss being able to love you. Even if its unrequited, I don't even care. I just wish I could talk to you. I love you, Patrick.
Maybe one day things can be better. I hold on for that one hope.