I wonder if you miss me at all. But it's not really about that either. Is there a rule that says you have to be as important to someone as they are to you?
It's just about missing you. I miss my friend. My friend that gets me. My friend that has been there for me when I really needed someone. My friend that made things happen behind the scenes. My friend that may not have felt the way I do but whose actions have shouted so loudly that he feels something. Something strong. Something silence can't erase.
And maybe you do miss me, just a little bit...but I guess I don't get to know that.
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