I always wanted to talk to him one last time. To hear his voice and hear the way he said "hello" as he picked up the phone. I wanted to hear him say he loved me and that these last few weeks have been hard for him to even try to forget me. I wanted him to say he missed me, and that he wanted to come back, because God, that's what I always wished for. I was fucking ridiculous for feeling this way, yet I just couldn't seem to let him go. I wanted him to call. I wanted to talk to him one last time. ONE LAST TIME. Maybe then I could finally let go. But he never called, and I was too tired to sleep, so I lay awake and just wondered. I wondered how he was doing. :'))
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