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he loves me not
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I missed you so much today, the most I have missed you yet. I wonder if you miss me too. Throughout the day I think about where you might be, what you might be doing. I wonder if this break-up is hard for you like it is hard for me. Your emails kill me just a little bit, enough that I feel my heart weaken with each silly word. They seem to lack any emotion - any of our banter. All seems to be lost. I fantasize about you changing your mind - having some sort of epiphany, but then I remember how we were and how I each day I used to agonize and wonder if you were at all in love with me. Turns out you weren't. I don't think that is something anything or anybody can fix.
I love you, even if you don't. And I miss you so much. Wishing I could touch your face and scratch your back.
Love
Wisconsin
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