I just can’t stop mourning.
I know our time has passed. When we talk, the magic is gone. You don’t look at me the way you used to. Friends tell me you have been seeing other people. They tell me you smile. They tell me you laugh. They tell me you are happy. But I am not. Not yet.
I cannot be happy when I still remember your arms around me, comforting me over deadlines I didn’t think I was going to meet and papers I thought I failed. You were there to see me through those mental breakdowns.
I cannot be happy when I still remember the times when I would argue and argue and insist I was right when I so clearly wasn’t. You were patient and kind in leading me to the truth without having to say I am wrong.
I cannot be happy when I still remember being really uncomfortable in…
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