I think I'm missing you a little bit. No, that doesn't mean I want you to come back. This is just a common feeling that everybody ever had.
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonely right now, so my mind keeps playing some good memories back when we were together. It was cute, really.
How is your life? Haven't heard anything from you for so long. I am safe and sound here.
Lot of things happened since then. I've moved on. Life goes on. But tonight, I don't know why I'm dying to talk to you.
I woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly checking my phone, wishing there was a text from you, but nothing. I should have known, since we didn't talk again.
I miss the idea that you were always there for me. Every time I needed you, you were there. But now that you're gone, I think I should fix them up by myself.
On the night like this, when everything is just so quiet, when you could hear the ticking clock, I used to be waiting for you, then we would stay up all night talking. We could talk about anything. Oh, how I miss those moments.
So, here I am writing this. Don't worry, I'll be fine. These I-miss-you stuffs won't last forever, it might be back later too, but these things won't kill me. It's bearable.
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