Sometimes I wish things didn't end the way they did. Sometimes I miss you. Then I realize, I just miss who you used to be. I miss how you used to make me feel, how you used to treat me. Why did you have to change Lucas? You changed then we changed, and neither of us wanted to admit it. You were the first to finally let go, for which I'm thankful because I never had the strength to give up and let go.
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