I bet you think I either moved on or hate you because each time you reach out, there's no reply. I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye.
I just want to tell you: It takes everything in me not to call you; and I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do.
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