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The thing is, I used to enjoy spending time with you. I used to love talking with you over the phone, and I used to love just the idea of being near you. You were my best friend. You and I. Me and you. I had you on my mind 24/7. I had you, and you had me. We had each others back. Just the thought of you used to help me go trough the hardest times. I loved you. And I think you loved me. And if I could turn back the time, I would. But I can’t. Everything is different now. I miss the way we used to be. I miss the way we did things, our own way. I miss us. The tears are draining down my cheeks and I can’t help myself. I wish I would stop, and I wish I wouldn’t cry, but I am. I am crying. For you I am. Nowadays, I hope that I will enjoy your company, but most of the time, I don’t. It is just painfull. I am trying so hard to like talking to you over the phone, I am, I really am, but it seems to me that you aren’t listening. I still love the idea of being near you, just the idea of it, therefore I call you, therefore I want to spend time with you. But it is not the same. I hope so bad that it will be, so I let myself think that it is. But it is not. And I hate myself so much for letting me think the way I do about you. I hateme and I hate my thoughts. I just hate. These are my words. These are my thoughts. And this is me. Never forget. I shall try to love you like I used to, I shall try as hard as I possibly can. And I hope, for both you and me, that I will. Never forget. Love, yours truly, Fridan.
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