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     You never know how much something means to you when it actually leaves... that saying is so true that I wish it wasn't.
     We were like two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly... inseparable. But the one day it just.. stopped, I realized.
     I realized what you meant to me and what our little moments meant in my life. My eyes opened to the world that was our relationship and how much it brought sparkle to my dullest days.
     Now that you're gone, just a memory in the fucking past.... now I know how much you meant to me. It's like living out of your comfort zone; you were my comfort zone.
     Nothing feels normal anymore. I'm living a life expecting a kiss from you, or even a small 'hello', but since you're not here, I try to expect nothing.
     It feels like I took our relationship for granted, not cherishing the best moments. But I have these pictures and my own memory to recollect our time.
     Maybe this was meant to be? Maybe the universe wanted what's best for us. But right now it hurts; its hurts to change and it hurts to let go. I don't mind remembering, but knowing how the story ends won't make me forget.
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