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[heartachesandheartbreaksblo-blog]

Again, I found myself thinking about you.

All I have to do is press send. 

The numbers are still the same, the old messages are still there, the photos, the emojis, everything.

I’ve typed so many things only to delete them.

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I kept walking, and walking, mindlessly... deep in thought, with my gaze directed at the empty distance.

As I stopped, and sat down at the table, I looked out into the space ahead of me. I stared at the trees, the grass, the flowers, but I didn’t see any beauty. I couldn’t see the trees. The grass. The flowers.

All I could see were the memories we had. 

I closed my eyes, and tried to keep those tears from forming, only to open them up to a blue sky filled with the image of you. 

With a deep sigh, I let out one word. 

Barely a whisper, I said to myself,

“...fuck.”

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I will always love you, from a distance.

As I sat there alone, staring down at my phone, I realized I would never see those notifications again. My heart began pounding.

“Heartache? Is this how heartache feels?” I asked myself.

My mind... my mind began filling itself with thoughts of our past, our history, the things we did, the things we haven’t done. 

I felt broken, alone... lost. But I wasn’t lost. I had to face reality. We had something amazing, we built something beautiful, but it was time for both of us to move forward.