Much of the same horrible feeling when I wake up. I think that I am slowly coming to the realisation that we have broken up. I want to continue hoping that one day we'll get back together again, but you seem pretty steadfast on getting over me instead. A dull ache fills me for most of the day which then gets sharp when I see things that remind me of you; a rubik's cube, kittens, steak on the menu.
I feel an overwhelming urge to talk to you, but it already feels like barriers and boundaries have already been set in place between us. I wouldn't call it awkwardness. Just some sort of unsaid law that stops us from saying what we really want to say to each other. So I'll say those words now: Three words, eight letters, followed naturally by I still miss you.
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