Well that's just the thing, I'm not.
I tell myself this is for the best, I tell myself this is the last thing I could do for you, but what I would give to meet you once more as an acquaintance who didn't really wanna talk to me. This must be what being evicted feels like, stripped of your home and possessions till you're left with blank white walls where your life used to reside. It's lonely, yes, but worse is seeking shelter in temporary places just to keep you dry when the rain pours. Guess only time will tell.
I haven't gotten over you.
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