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From: me
Date: January 22, 2017
To: you
Subject: I'm Sorry
Hey, I know this might come off as a little weird and out of the blue but. . .I miss you. I was sitting on my couch last night, the one you said was the ugliest comfiest couch you ever sat on, and I thought of you. I thought of how your laugh always made me laugh or how you knew the lyrics to the weirdest songs. I thought of how you always found it funny when I cried like a baby during the happiest parts of a chick flick. I thought of how you would softly kiss my neck or stroke my back ever so lightly that it would send chills through my body. And I thought of how I loved you, I really did love you.
And here I am, sitting on this same couch writing this email that I probably will never send because I messed up. I lied to you when I told you that I wanted you to leave, when I told you that I was so happy for you and wished you the best of luck. I never wanted you to leave me, ever. But instead of speaking up I watched you go. I watched all your stories and posts of your new life in that new town with that new girl and I tried to let go, I really did. But something always brings me back to you, whether it's the familiar scent of your cologne or your favorite song playing on the radio, I can never stop thinking about you.
I'm sorry because I miss you.
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