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And why is it that I’ve become so accustomed
to the thought of my life
without you in it?

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I went back to that usual place we hung out during Friday nights. Most of our friends were there, except for you. When I was about to walk out of the place, I saw her.

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I can remember the moment you finally walk away and never looked back. It keeps on replaying in my head. That scene makes me feel like I’m getting punched in the stomach. I have to pull myself together. I’m on the verge of going insane.

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I keep on reading our old messages. Today, we have decided to stop communicating for a year.

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You can move on, but you can’t really unlove someone. This is what I learned trying to rewrite poetry into lines and verses that didn’t sound like him and I. When I tried taking pictures down from my walls as if I could somehow erase the memories, make them less painful somehow.