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I was spoiled.
It's not that I took things for granted. Or maybe I did. I don't know anymore.
I try not to compare anyone to my ex, because it's impossible to. Everyone has their faults. But I let myself get used to the little things... the phone calls on my lunch break to say hello. The thinking of you email. Postcards. Letters. Lingering goodbyes.
The little things.
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever find all that again, or whether I should even be looking for it. Or if I'm just being completely and totally unrealistic.
It's not that I took things for granted. Or maybe I did. I don't know anymore.
I try not to compare anyone to my ex, because it's impossible to. Everyone has their faults. But I let myself get used to the little things... the phone calls on my lunch break to say hello. The thinking of you email. Postcards. Letters. Lingering goodbyes.
The little things.
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever find all that again, or whether I should even be looking for it. Or if I'm just being completely and totally unrealistic.