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Sometimes, I'd think that I missed it. All the late-night conversations, good morning "I love you"s, glances exchanged in the halls, awkward smiles, adorable nicknames, that bracelet. But I don't wear that bracelet anymore, not since you starting doubting all we had. When the good morning texts were just typed, sitting there with the send button unpressed. When we started avoiding each other in the halls because we couldn't bear to see the other's face. When those awkward smiles we'd exchange turned into just plain awkward. When the adorable nicknames went away. When that bracelet just sat there, on my dresser instead of my wrist. Sometimes, I thought I missed the way we were. But now I know, we're better off the way we are.
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Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC
The way we are
Sometimes, I'd think that I missed it. All the late-night conversations, good morning "I love you"s, glances exchanged in the halls, awkward smiles, adorable nicknames, that bracelet. But I don't wear that bracelet anymore, not since you starting doubting all we had. When the good morning texts were just typed, sitting there with the send button unpressed. When we started avoiding each other in the halls because we couldn't bear to see the other's face. When those awkward smiles we'd exchange turned into just plain awkward. When the adorable nicknames went away. When that bracelet just sat there, on my dresser instead of my wrist. Sometimes, I thought I missed the way we were. But now I know, we're better off the way we are.
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Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC
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