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Its been almost a year now, and I still don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. Ive had boyfriends, and they’re all just like you. You’ve talked to girls, but never anything serious. you tell your friends that we were just a summer fling, that we were never going to date, but I think you had plans. The way we talked, the way you held me, it had to be real. But something went wrong. That was the happiest summer of my life, and you took my happiness. You are my happiness. And you left.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1231 (via excerptsofstories)
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