I don't even know what to write. I set out to write something tonight that would have some kind of profound meaning for me behind it but I guess I'm at a loss of inspiration. I don't feel like recalling (at length, at the least) the thoughts, the scents, the hugs, the feelings, the kisses, the all-nighters, the movies, the mellow lighting, the broken hearts, the tears, the cozy beds, the warmth and the cold of last year.
All the things I told myself I'd stop missing sooner or later, the things I have stopped missing, the things that I surely still do.
I guess I screwed up by starting this thing because I'm going to make myself absolutely miserable.
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