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“…memory is strange. I cannot remember his face any longer. What I do recall are fragments in time: the crinkling of his eyes against the sunshine or when he smiled, the ghost of his unrestrained laughter … I am left with pieces of remembering though I loved him whole.”

— Cindy Pon, “The Crimson Cloak”

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“Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn’t know I was searching for.”

— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

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the weird thing about growing apart from friends is that you can never fully be rid of them. i don't think once about the girl i promised to never lose contact with for weeks at a time but whenever i see a certain book series i'll think about how much she loved it. i haven't talked to my old friends from camp in months but i'll never not like their pictures when they come up on my feed, and i'll never not like the friends themselves either. and it stings a bit when a boy i used to talk to for hours doesn't say hi to me when i see him in the cafeteria but whenever i see a supermarket cake i'll remember the time in middle school when i brought one to school for his birthday and he ate three slices and told me it was the best cake he'd ever had. you can pull away from friends but never fully break apart. the process of growing apart has a beginning but never an end

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182 Days of Prompts: 181. “I never thought I could miss a person as much as I’ve missed you.”

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Its been years - longer than I’d care to admit. It’s embarrassing I still long for you. Sometimes I think no time’s passed at all and I can text you randomly. But I’ve changed my number since then and I’m sure you have too.

Whenever I see your face on my timeline I ache. A tsunami of emotions overtakes me, and I contemplate deleting all my profiles just so I can pretend you don’t exist.

I miss you terribly. I don’t think anyone I’ve told have ever told you.

I know I’m to blame. No words I craft will ever express how sorry I am for being shit. I wasn’t good at being 19 - balancing it all was too much. I put myself first to keep my mental health from dipping –

I’m doing it again. Making it all about me.

You’re a part of me. Always will be.

I wish you all the best.

I hope we can meet again.

- love letter to my ex-best friend

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182 Days of Prompts: 179. love

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What hurts most - Platonic or Romantic love?

What’s the most disastrous when it ends?

What keeps the soul up at night?

An infinite list of romantic lovers have nothing on the bare intimacy of friendship.

The heart breaks the most when a friend finds enough elsewhere.

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taglist: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth @reputaytion-xiii

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182 Days of Prompts: 160. agony

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I don’t belong anywhere.

I move along like the breeze on trees. I become what I’m near, sun absorbed into the green. Living thriving but never staying. Swept away with one good shake.

Even if I want to, I couldn’t. I just don’t fit in. A piece of a forgotten puzzle thrown into a box for later. Yet later never comes.

Time passes.

I fear I never change. I don’t feel the ticking clock deep in my blood. I don’t recognize the new features on my skin. It’s still six years ago - in my mind nothings changed.

But it’s been six years and lives have been made.

It’s been six years and people have chosen to forget my name.

It’s been six years and I can’t remember why we stopped talking. Can’t figure out why you’re a stranger. I can still hear your voice in my head and draw the curl of your smile from my memory. When did we stop being friends?

I don’t belong anywhere

because I’m still rooted over memories in the past.

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taglist: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth @reputaytion-xiii

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182 Days of Prompts: 130. wishing

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i wish we could’ve met -

a different place

another time

a universe where we end up together like those stupid romcoms say we should

i long for the days that i might get to meet you again

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taglist: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth @reputaytion-xiii

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182 Days of Prompts: 119. extra

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It’s funny how every seemingly minuscule decision we make can set our lives off in wildly different course.

Three little decisions and I’m a world away.

If I knew then what I knew now - would I make the same decisions again?

If I knew back then that it wasn’t all in my head. If I knew back then that I could say how I feel and it’d all be perfect. If I knew that his protective hands on my waist said more than his late night words ever did. If I had the foresight overshadow my naivety would I have chosen him instead?

Would I be living a different life now? Would it have gone up in smoke?

There’s only one way it could end.

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taglist: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth

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182 Days of Prompts: 114. stranger

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I got lost in the idea of you.

The blue eyes - so blue; as clear as that day in May where we had no worries, except if it would be weird to talk on the phone. The butterflies and sparks tingling as strong as the sun’s rays as we held onto one another in the dark, murky waves. Endless nights and early mornings of flirtatious messages pulling the brightest, slyest of smiles. An unlikely friend turned almost lover. A protector I didn’t know I had.

But I don’t know you. Don’t think I ever really did.

Conversations circling around sex and philosophy. Game after game after game trying to push the other to speak their true feelings. Simple touches gone just as fast as they began. Hiding from all our friends and all we know in this small town. An illicit affair. A ghost over my shoulder forevermore.

Now I’m struggling to find my way back to me.

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taglist: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth

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182 Days of Prompts: 112. nostalgia

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What can be said for someone that chases memories? Finds feeling in every little thing? Holds onto the intangible with an iron grip.

Returns to the unique restaurant this time year after year with different friends, trying to recreate the joy felt on her 16th birthday with the people that meant everything at the time.

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but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

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I am tired of writing poems about people who hurt me. I’m tired of writing poems about being traumatised and angry. I’m tired of the way everything feels like a cage these days and I wish exhaustion with loneliness wasn’t the reason why some people fall in love, but we are all tired of not being held, afraid of being alone, we all want someone to look at us like we are the sun, we all wish that when someone kisses us they do not see our tired souls but the moon in our eyes. I’m trying to do better. I’m trying to want myself in a way where I feel I do not need the love of others. Most days, I fail at this. Most days I lie there holding onto love’s tender hands and pretend it is healing to do that. I try to see myself the way I wish someone else would. Like I am beautiful. Like I am enough.

Nikita Gill

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182 Days of Prompts: 73. things you said from your conscious

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It’s a place. A place that can turn you into a monster.

It’s not just the place it’s the people in it. The people and their values and their small minds and everything that has to fit into a box just right.

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“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”

— Neil Gaiman

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182 Days of Prompts: 48. rampage

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I can’t stop thinking about you - It’s probably the isolation talking.

It’s been 8 years and you’re still on my rampant mind.

Your eyes haunt me. I wonder - if your smile is still crooked or if my mind imagined it.

I can’t recall much about you except how you made me feel.

and how I keep bringing my dreams back to you.

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prompts: @mercury84choices @withbeautyandrage @forallthatitsworth

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