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I was going through my phone today, looking at pictures. I miss my old apt, roommates; I miss my parents house and my old room, their puppers that slept with me when I was there. Of course there's pictures of you everywhere, even your own album.

I knew it was over months before I left, the day you said we could make four hours long distance work; that you weren't coming with me, after months of us avoiding talking about it; I started saying goodbye that day. I knew, so did you probably, that with your work and my classes, it wasn't realistic was it?

I don't know why you couldn't understand why I wanted to live somewhere else; of course I knew I'd miss everyone and everything, that really wasn't the point. I didn't want to live my whole life in one place, and things being what they are these days, four hours was as brave as I could get, at least from here I can still get home, just not to you anymore.

I've seen your posts, and your friends. I wonder if she's anything like me? Do you like her for the same reasons? Do you look at mine? See that I'm talking to the same people I always did?

Anyway, yeah I'm home sick, and these pictures of you, us, our friends, they don't help, but they're also the cure. No way could I go home and see you again, maybe that's best.🏳️‍🌈
 
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Would you rather always lose or never play?
Lessons Learned

- A lesson learned is more than an experience, it is a scar tissue that shapes & directs the decisions you make later in life. Learning how to lose is valuable, but understanding the level of that value is equally important. If it turns you into a pessimist who only sees the bad things & expects to lose in every situation than it shaped you into a person who is not worthy of the lesson.
 
He could remember. The feel of her warmth, the press of her to his side, arm carelessly thrown over his chest as she lay her head on his shoulder. The feel of his hand sliding up and down her back, soft soothing strokes. His free hand sliding along her beautiful face and deep into her soft curls. He could never describe what that felt like and the sadness that he sometimes felt remembering the peace of those moments, when he felt so protective and she seemed so safe in his arms, happy to be his and he just breathing her in, so in love that there weren’t words.
 
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