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Three years. I had a dream about him last night. I don't even miss him anymore and I think thats what hurts the most, that I don't even have those feelings to fall back on anymore. I don't think life or relationships are ever going to make sense and I don't think love really exists. Not like we think it exists. Not like in the movies or the way I thought it did when I was ten years old. Everyones always searching for 'true love' but maybe this is as good as it's ever going to get. Some people just fake it better than others, but no one is ever okay. I keep waiting for life to make sense and I keep getting disappointed.