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to be honest, i still worry about you.

i wonder if you’re ok. how you’re doing without me. why didn’t things work out? i think about how things could have been if you weren’t such an asshole, and if i weren’t such a dreamer. i worry that i’ll never be able to let go of you and catch on to someone else. i still want you to want me. i want you to miss me. i don’t want to miss you, but i just do. why did things have to end like this? i’m not sure why. i still lay at night and have those day where i just think about you and the tears fall. but someday, i swear when i hear your name, it won’t make me smile anymore.