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I think about you a lot. Too much. Everything that happened and everything that didn't. I thought I was ready and I wasn't either. I look at my phone every time I get a notification hoping you're texting me. It's never you. I'm saving room in my heart for you if you ever come back. I'm too nervous to ever reach out and I'll never admit to posting this so I hope the universe let's you know!
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