I tell myself that I’m the only one longing because to think we both are is so completely tragic. But I know I am.

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I tell myself that I’m the only one longing because to think we both are is so completely tragic. But I know I am.
My heart is fucking heavy for you. I hope to god you’re okay.
Mostly I’ve been wondering if you felt my soul so at the edge then. I need to know why you chose those moments.
I also wouldn’t mind seeing your smile again.
I won’t ever ask you again. I’m shocked I reached out first two times in 2024.
Please just call me. I’ve tried everything you could ever think of to move past this. The only thing I haven’t been able to do is tell you the truth, please let me tell you the truth. Please. I tried once almost 2 years ago, I wanted to tell you. I think you knew that. Please just let me fucking get this word vomit out of my soul. Please.
It’s only been 5,232 days since you wanted to see how long we could go without talking… there have been only a handful of times of communication since then. It sucks. I’m tired of talking to you in my head. Call me.
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