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I remember when we met, you and I. We'd known each other for a while through some mutual friends. I knew your name, and you knew mine. But that was pretty much it. As you started being around me more, you learned a few of my little quirks. You were able to read me like a book. You knew when I was happy and when I was sad. You'd try and combat sadness with sugar, because it always works on children. I wanted to let you in. The door was open and all you had to do is walk through. One summer afternoon, you finally did. You were amazed at what you saw. Awe struck by the paintings on the walls. We started talking, and we started learning. We found something in each other. There wasn't any tension. We became so close that we could tell each other the deepest of secrets and not have to feel worried about it. Trust. Security. Friendship. Respect. When you went away, you promised we'd talk every night. I chuckled. I didn't believe. I've seen it before. It stays close for maybe the first month, but then the distance slowly divides us. Like a wedge getting pounded in between further everyday. But how long has it been? 2 weeks. And look at where we are. It's back to how it was. Offering me sugar to cheer me up. What happened here? Come back. Be the person you were before. It was so sweet, now it's just sour.