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I haven’t stopped thinking about you all weekend. It’s the hardest thing to do, to not think about you. l’ve gotten so used to it and I like it. I like thinking about your soft, deep voice, your impeccable sense of style and how you brought out the best of me with your emotional intelligence and vulnerability. You have no idea how long l’ve searched for that sense of…completeness.

I’d fallen for you hard but it was a nice hurt. But the adrenaline has had time to wear off and the only thing I’m left with now is the pain and the ache of being without you. I became attached to you very quickly, which is not something that happens for me and I took that as a good sign. I only wanted to make you happy.

I am in the process of untangling myself from these feelings, although I don’t think I’ll ever really let go of all of them. Your effect on me was profound, full of hope and excitement, and I think I’ll forever be chasing those feelings you gave me. I wonder if I left you with anything worth holding on to?

You said you still want to be friends. I think I’ll always want to be more than friends. At least, until I won’t. For a brief second you were mine and I cherished that; I’m not sure if you knew how much. You came into my life for a reason and it was a hard lesson to learn.

I’m here, if you change your mind.