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hey. I just wanted to say
that i missed things, stupid stuff. car stuff. i just... missed it.
remember that time in your car in that dead end street near my place?
not what we did, but what we were comfortable to have happen. just missed being there and not minding if you felt or saw any part of me.
i'm not sure whether you read this or not? i'm scared that my heart won't let go of you completely. i'm scared that i won't feel the same toward anyone else, even though they feel something for me. i'm scared that i'll depend on the thrill rather than love. i'm scared.