memories…

you know, i used to make you happy. i don’t know when that stopped working for you, but i used to make you happy. and i used to see glimpses of that happiness return from time to time. i used to see it every time you looked at me for the first time after a long absence. i used to hear it in your voice when we were having a good conversation. though it became more rare as time went on, you could still be happy. and it’s every single one of those happy memories that makes me miss you. and every single one of those shitty memories that makes me hate myself for missing you.

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