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we used to be friends and then I fell madly in love with you. I was terrified of you, what you could mean to me, your beautiful power, and how you may not have liked me, if you found how little I actually had my shit together. I truly believed I wasn't enough as I was, that I had to "grow-up" before I could deserve you. I let you slip without even trying. It's been awhile since we spoke, maybe a year or more. Whatever the reason, I'm realizing how my fear made me a bad friend. You deserve the love you that you found, and I'm happy that you're happy. But I would be lying if I said I don't still think about the connection we had and wished we had a vulnerable conversation about it.
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