You left everything. Your clothes, your wallet, your money...everything. I used to wear your clothes because they were big and comfortable, and smelt of you, and your smell was so comforting.

You did not like that too much, though—you never had enough clothes to wear. I still wear them now, because I know you won't get mad, because you're not here. And it brings me an odd sense of peace knowing that I still have parts of you, or at least, parts of who you used to be.

I used to steal your phone too, because it was so much better than mine, and you didn't like that either. Unlike me, you needed your phone for more important things.

I still call your number sometimes, shamelessly hoping you'd answer.

I know you won't, and yet I still get disappointed when the line goes dead.

I wonder if you're happier now. I wonder if it's better now that I'm not with you to steal your clothes or your phone or whatever.

I wonder if you're happier without me.

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