“Maybe we’ll cross each other’s paths someday and we’ll exchange formal hellos, and ask polite questions like How have you been? and then we’ll carry on our separate ways. You changed my life, and I’m not sure how. Or if it’s good or bad. I do know that I’ll miss you more than you know. I hope one day something strikes you to think of me and I skip through your mind for a second like someone skips a stone across a sad pond. I will probably think about you for quite some time; instead of a quick stone skipping, my thoughts of you will be more like fishing. Fishing thoughts of you and us, where it went wrong, how it went wrong so quickly… why it went wrong… sitting in my room like sitting in a boat with a fishing pole, reeling in thought after thought and tossing it back into the vast ocean of my mind, never being satisfied. Because I could never get enough of you. But now, you have had enough of me.”

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Everything about this post is perfect. Because growing up is for losers. 

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