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“My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

i always thought i could never miss you more than when we were together.
but then i remembered something i once said before you; every morning i wake up alone, i miss you. every morning i wake up next to someone who isn't you, i miss you even more. knowing that never can ever be like what we had. i'm so scared to look inside, to remind myself of what is rotting inside me for once i open that door, all i can see it you. you come flooding out like a stored dam in times of drought.

i really don't know if i was right in saying, that was the last thing that i will ever make for you. but that's a secret, between me, and me.

"I'm sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I'm sorry for so many things. I couldn't see you when you were here and, now that you're gone, I see you everywhere."

 -ruby sparks

it was so hard, but now i finally have a solution to taking off your necklace.
i'm now tucking it behind my ear, along with our secret, never to be opened again.

everything feels so strange without you these days. i think it finally started kicking in, this unfamiliarity of anyone who isn't you. i remember i used to think, i never liked my name before i heard you say it. there's something completely different about me when you say my name, i know my name is safe in your mouth. i don't think anybody can ever recreate that. i am now so easily distracted, so easily distant, for everything around me is strangeness.

even though that's that for us, the end of a so-thought life, and an end we hadn't wish for now that you despise my guts, i'm content for all i have of you is nothing but good memories.