I don't want you to become somebody I used to know.
My heart aches each time I think of you. It does. What we had was really special to me. The thought of you used to make me smile. It still does occasionally but most of the time I feel sad because of what we have become. We have become strangers.
Dear stranger,
What are you doing right now?
What are you thinking of right now?
Have I ever crossed your mind?
I should move on.
I will move on.
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