It's funny only because I had a conversation with one of my best friends today that went like this:
Her: You still miss him, don't you?
Silence.
(It took me awhile to gather my thoughts and formulate an answer to give to her.)
Me: I don't miss him, I miss the idea of us. I miss what I had with him. Not him. I'm over him.
Her: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. Positive. If he came back, I wouldn't take him back. He'd have to earn that shit.
Still, I'd do it again.
Even though it ends up with me writing you unsent letters
and wishing on every 11:11
and every star and airplanes
and knowing that I loved you entirely too much, entirely too soon.
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