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And sometimes you lie down alone and wonder whether you actually meant as much to her as you thought you did.
You wonder whether she thinks of you when she can't sleep at night and miss you like the way you miss her.
You question the decisions you made; could you have done things differently to make them stay?
You get angry – furious even, that they could be so selfish and inconsiderate to accept your love when they likely had no intention of sticking around to reciprocate it.
You’re a mess. You’re a vortex of emotions that words can’t even describe and the worst part is, even though you want to tell them how they made you feel, you can’t.
And that makes you feel pathetic.
Trust me, I know how it feels.
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