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It's one of those things that's in replay in my mind. I play the words I should have said over and over. All the mistakes we knew we were making. A constant reminder. The people I know. The people you know. They are the same. We were the same. Every night I fell asleep in your arms. You made me melt like butter in summer, before and after you molded into me. The feeling of comfort was inevitable with you. I know I'll never find something like it. You made me crazy. Past tense. My feelings for you have been locked in a box in the back of my brain. No more reminders. No more constant nagging. No more worrying. All of it's gone now. I feel like I was sitting at the bottom of a twenty foot pool. My ears pop and my brain feels a thousand pounds of pressure before I hit 15. Afraid if I go much deeper, my brain will explode on impact. When I resurface, the pressure's gone. And it feels like it was never there at all. You don't feel your ears pop, and you don't feel like your brain is growing a foot a second and about to burst through your skull. You're happy to be at the top of the water. Like I'm happy to be away from you.