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Breaking a Habit

I still expect your name to pop up in my open Facebook tab.

A message has been sent from so and so,

Maybe in reply to me,

Maybe with some weird picture you thought I would get a laugh out of,

Maybe just to say hello.

I know you won't.

I know it.

 

Even after we have not talked for some time

A part of me still expects you to be there.

A part of me hopes you still care.

 

Maybe you just became a habit.

Like every morning I make a coffee with breakfast and whenever I don't have that my entire day is thrown off. It has gotten to the point where I need that coffee in order to function. It may not be a good habit. I may be addicted to caffeine even. The point is that you are like my morning coffee without you I feel off.

 

I know that one day I won't feel that way. Like, if I did not drink coffee for long enough eventually things would be fine. Would it be the same with you? I hope so. But I don't think feelings are the same as caffeine addiction.

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shelby-azilda
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Apr 26, 2015
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