I used to look forward to talking with you every night.
It’s what what got me out of bed in the morning, it helped scribble some colour into the otherwise depressing, grey monotony that is my life. But now, something seems to be overtaking you, stealing from me your attention and your heart and now I’m afraid to even call you for fear that you won’t pick up. I’m glad that you’re moving on with your life and continuing to be happy, I really am, I’m just a little sad that I’m one of the things you decided to leave behind.
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