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Jun 2
“Friends?” I asked, looking over at him.
“Always,” he answered.
It’s been weeks since we’ve spoken.
He never checks in.
He barely looks at me.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to talk to him.
He’s in love with a new girl.
I still want to cry every time I see him.
It hurts.
I miss him.
He doesn’t seem to miss me.
I’m angry.
It hurts.
“Friends?” I asked, looking over at him.
“Always,” he answered.
And right then, my heart broke.
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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