Be careful who you love.

It's not that I miss my ex boyfriend. It's not that I miss our relationship. It's not that I miss the way we'd take walks on Sunday nights, or how we'd smoke ourselves silly before bed, or how we would frequent the locally owned Italian restaurant, or take day-trips to visit some friend that had moved away. It's not that I miss taking some photographs on my dad's old 35mm, and having Sunday brunch with friends that had became family, and cleaning our house after some loud party, and hauling large amps in my small car. It's not even that I miss always sharing a bowl of chocolate ice cream after dinner.
I just miss feeling like someone truly got me.

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