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It's over. We broke up. I'm broken up.
It was pretty mutual. We both know we're not good for each other.
But I still love him. And I still care about him. And that's what's so confusing about this. I just want to go back over there, and let him hold me. We hugged one last time, and I just didn't want to let go. I'm wishing I hadn't.
I already miss him.
So much...
It was pretty mutual. We both know we're not good for each other.
But I still love him. And I still care about him. And that's what's so confusing about this. I just want to go back over there, and let him hold me. We hugged one last time, and I just didn't want to let go. I'm wishing I hadn't.
I already miss him.
So much...