i miss talking to you. i liked how you were just a call or text away. it was nice while you were here. you kept me busy for a while. and now there's nothing left. diminished. nothing but a mere memory.
it would make it so much easier if you didn't have such a good grasp on words. you know just what to say at just the right times. you kept me at my tippy-toes at all times, and i, ignorant enough, lingered to the end. you're just a guilty pleasure. it's going to hurt me more if i don't try to erase you out of my life now, because i'm always going to want you for all the wrong reasons.
and i'm trying. i really am. please hear me out.
xoxo, josie.
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