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I miss her. I don’t know why. And I don’t think she misses me. But I miss her smile. I miss her cute nerves. I miss her beautiful starry eyes. I don’t remember her much. I always loved her intensity towards her passion. It’s always what pulled me. But I don’t think I’ll be more than a friend. I wish it could be more, just a bit more. I don’t think she misses me. It’s only been two weeks.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
Two weeks later.
I miss her. I don’t know why. And I don’t think she misses me. But I miss her smile. I miss her cute nerves. I miss her beautiful starry eyes. I don’t remember her much. I always loved her intensity towards her passion. It’s always what pulled me. But I don’t think I’ll be more than a friend. I wish it could be more, just a bit more. I don’t think she misses me. It’s only been two weeks.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
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