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You seem to have matured all in one go, and seem to have filed away the entirety of our history. Why am I still here, then, remembering it? Re-living it? It’s just empty walls now. I’m still here because of the silent hope that you will come back. So, I better be going. I’m going to close the door to that room behind me, and not look back. Just wanna leave you one note, in case you do come back: would you believe me if I said that all the hot and cold, catty, attitude and behaviour you experienced from me across the years was only because… I loved you so intensely, it made me crazy. I tried to keep you at arms length because you would make me fall apart. What a power you held over me… You probably know, you seem to always know. Even if you’re running from it in your head, I think you see it all, really. Anyway, see you soon and I hope that when I act normal around you, it won’t be an act anymore, I will truly and really just feel normal around you. Or, see you in Paris, one day, if all else goes to hell.
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