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I miss you. Or at least part of me does. I know we can never be together. I can't say this anywhere else or he'll notice. It isn't anything he should worry about. He would though. I really do miss you though. Or I miss who you made me. We always wish we could go back to how things were. But it won't ever happen. And no matter what, right now is better than back then. You made me smile. And you gave me butterflies. Why did you have stab me in the back? I think I might have loved you. I think some part of me will never want to let you go. But I need to try. So this is goodbye. Goodbye to memories. Goodbye to status updates.

These feet are strong feet. They are wide feet. They are big feet. These feet cannot be told how to look. They can dress up if they need to, But they like being free. In this way, my feet are just like me. These feet of mine, Are a treasure – like gold. They take me where I want to go. They won't scream words of protest, They don't say "Not now! I need my rest." They never say "No, just not today." They just say "Sure, we're on our way." "Where do we get to travel today?" I love my feet My feet love me. We're a perfect pair. As perfect as can be.

I've got so many things to say, It could take all night and then all day. I said for the summer, you said okay. But apparently, it doesn't quite seem that way. I think this is silly, stupid, and wrong. I thought I had found where I belonged. But not anymore. This time you walked away From the girl who actually wanted you to stay. I guess somehow this is for the best, Even though you were the one who got up and left. You walked right in, and then right out. And you wonder why I had my doubts. You were most definitely too good to be true. And now, I guess, I'll say adieu. But wait! I have one more thing to say. And then I'll be

I'm standing at a standstill in this tornado-consumed world. Torn in every which direction, twisted and twirled. Letter A has already been ripped away, And Letter B is on his way. And all the other letters, C, D, E, and F, Are either gone or leaving; I'm the only one left. "But wait!" they say, "We're still here." Though I promise you, you'll soon disappear. And in a few months, I'll disappear too. But I think I've already disappeared… Without you.

I feel like a broken record I can't let this go. But maybe there's a reason. Will I ever know? This could grow into something, Something special and new. But only if you really knew. Knew how much I want this, Knew how much I want you. How those scenes play in my head, Again and again, Telling of the fun we had back then. But maybe I had better Just let this go. Maybe you're trying To not let this grow. You're taking the sunlight, the warmth, and the rain. Almost intentionally trying to cause pain. But what will this get you, honestly, in the end? A broken heart, too broken to mend. And that's, inevitably, what I'll get to

You don't want me to wait anymore. You did, But then you decided that wasn't exactly what you wanted. When I was younger, I made up my mind. I told myself, "If you love someone, you'll be with them." But it seems that I don't have that choice with you. I want to be with you. Or at least, I think I do. Do I want to wait for you? Right now, the answer is an undeniable yes. But will I in a week? In a month? In two? Three? Six? Because even now, I don't miss you as much as I did. But why? Is it because I've just been preoccupied? Or have you worn off already? If you have, I wish you hadn't. I want to miss you. It shows that