You’ve been very busy lately. I mean, very busy and I hate it. It’s even much loathsome that other people get to talk to you, that they are able to have even just an ample time of you. And I don’t. I miss everything that we were. How we’ve grown closer. I wish I could go back that summer when we used to have late-night conversations, pretty much about everything. It was kind of… cute. I MISS YOU. That’s the reason why I look at you all the time and when I do, you have no idea how much I die. Every time.
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