If I tell you I don't miss you, will it lessen my love for you?
Because I don't, I don't miss you.
I do, miss, talking for long hours about random things. I miss, being fetched from the office, I miss the dates, the senseless laughter. I miss the instant stroll in the park, the late night talks. I miss the feeling of being the priority.
But I don't miss you.
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