I thought of how he knew everything about me, and how if he were gone, part of me would be missing forever. I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who wants to know all your stories. Oh, and here’s to you. Because I’ve never met anyone who makes a better you, than you.
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Today. I miss you. All over again.
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