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Mar 2018
The days of us have come and gone, all times that I just showed up at your door.  The looks, the smiles, the laughs, and those special once in a lifetime moments are all times we reflect upon.  All the times we just turned off the phone to just be alone together, are now times we stare at our phones to remember the times we now dream of.  When all we wanted to do was make each other smile, now it seems all we want to do is just avoid a fight.  We wanted what we had for so long that once we had it we just let it slip through our hands.  We now spend our nights alone, we now crying when we are triggered with a memory, And we stare at photos of how we used to be just to catch a glimpse of what we used to be.  Not a day goes by when we aren't reminded of each other, It's not the big things that make us weak.  It's all the small thing you forgot about when they happened.  A good morning text, a silly face out of the blue, remembering how you like your coffee, and just looking into the others face and knowing what was going on.  Moving on was more than we both anticipated, We clung to each other like a last rays of sun on a winter's night.  We know that it couldn't continue but we didn't want to go it alone.  So many nights spend in an embrace when all we needed was each other to make it through.  And now we don't even have each other to call to  start the next step to continue.  I hope you can still show the smile that made me weak, I hope you can still laugh that made me laugh along with you, and I pray that someday when we meet I'll see that same person I once loved happier than I ever made you.  You deserve the best that life has to offer for how you treated me.  We gave each other our worst and in the end we took out the best for the next person who will take the reigns from where we left off and start the next step in life.  In the end it's not the pain, the memories, the love, and it's not about the time we shared together. It's about remembering how far we went with each other to make sure we will never forget one another in the end I'll always have a piece of you and you'll always have a piece of me to hold onto forever.  And like a fingerprint that is unique and only meant for one person to have, so shall a piece of my heart be, because you made such a mark that to take it down would make me lose a piece of myself that I cherish.  Because all in the end all we have is the memories of the time we spent, the people we loved, the hearts we broke, the scars of our own broken hearts, and the ones who picked up the pieces and put us back together.
Written by
Ryan Faubert  26/M/Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
(26/M/Ottawa, Ontario, Canada)   
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