I always thought you’d come back. I thought that we would always be, well…us. We’d say some things, you’d leave, but you’d always come around. You always did. But this time, this time you turned your back and left, with not even a glance at the mess you left behind. This time, it was different. You never came back. And as much as I hate to admit it, I miss you. Look at what you’ve done. Look at what you’ve ruined.
why is there an asian girl in a cardboard box…………
you best friend.
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