It's like a car... After talking to you, I'm all good for a few days. But then the tank runs empty and I have no choice but to wish you were still around.
Sometimes I just grin for no apparent reason, but usually it's because I remember something particularly funny. Like today, I was listening to Taylor Swift and all I could think of was you drumming along on Band Hero in your fluffy dog slippers.
It's odd baring myself like this. But I'm doing for two reasons:
1. It's an account of how a break up feels like for future reference should I go through this again
2. People don't want to hear about my misery and I don't have any inclination to force feed it down their throats. If I don't have a way of venting, I think I would dissolve into a puddle of tears.
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