I am tired.
I loathe you, but sometimes I miss you too, and I constantly wonder how that can be true. This town is stamped with memories of my (410) Days of You and they get to me sometimes when my guard is down.
As much as I complained, I knew I'd feel this way when you were gone. Maybe, deep in my heart, this is the reason behind all of my reluctance. You made up for your lack of substance through your words, and those finely tuned words kept me sane.
In short, you met me at a time when I was fragile and broken. You took my flaws and you cast them aside as irrelevant, and you made me feel like I deserved all the good things that happened to me.
Being without you physically ached, but I know that my inability to communicate was at a standstill with your inability to commit. This end was inevitable, but so was how I felt about you.
and this is so difficult for the both of us.
I know we tried so hard. there's just no hope for us.
it's more than a shame that we lost to this game.
all my walking, talking, sleeping, breathing - nothing will ever be the same.
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