I miss you. I miss receiving texts from you, be it day or night. I miss looking forward to our next date. From planning which movie to watch, from choosing the right place to eat, from being able to hold you once again. I always tried my best to learn more about you. In my head, it’s like a Wikipedia. From your favourite shows to your worst habits, I had everything jotted down in my mind. The sad thing is, I won’t be able to learn more about you anymore. I have to throw all those things I learnt about you away. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do so. I’m afraid that one day when I’m sitting alone accompanied by the lonely night, I will find myself thinking about you. I’m afraid one day, you’ll move on and I’ll not be ready. No one can compare to you, your voice, your smile, your laughs. And I’ll miss all of that. I left you not because you didn’t have time for me, but because I thought I loved myself more. I thought by leaving you, I can focus on myself more and not think about as often as I do, but I still do think about you. More than I should. I thought you would fight for me like you said you would. Unfortunately, words are just words. I always wished you would come back and tell me you missed me, but you will never. It is selfish of me to wish so, but when you give your all in something, it’s all you will ever wish for. All I can wish now is that you’ll find your happiness. I love you.
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