i guess it's been hard for me. normally there's someone that i can talk to and lean on when things get too much for me, at very least i can rant and rail and have someone who understands listen for a while
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i miss her. I miss her body, the way it curves, the way she moves, the whiteness of her skin. I miss her giggles. I miss her resolve. I miss the potential of our next meeting. It's sad. But it is. That's the way it works, right?