(Old Thread Revival)
I miss a girl whom brought so much joy into my life and never once frowned upon me for being different. I suppose we all eventually miss someone, but it is ashame at times that we do not fully appreciate their existence until they are gone. Not to say that we did not love them, but to say that there could have been more to do, more to say to one another, and perhaps difference choices to have been made overall. That is just me though.
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