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recently i've realized, i never dealt with paul and i breaking up. since i was away at school in new york, i had to grow used to not having him around. so when i got back to houston this summer, and he still wasn't around it never seemed to be that big of deal to me since i was already used to his absence. i missed him before, but i guess i was too busy to ever really be sad about it. lately i've had all these reminders of him. talking to my new boyfriend over the break about him, and trying to explain things. people from my past asking what happened to that cute boy from ut dallas i was dating? friends going through pictures on my phone and discovering pictures of him and i that i had forgotten about. at the bar this past saturday our song came on and i cried. i never really dealt with loosing the first boy i ever loved. and i really miss him.