Haven't Gotten Over It
I thought I have gotten over you. I thought it was that simple...much easier than getting over Joost. I was wrong, I guess.
I got a frame for the drawing that you had drawn for me. A drawing of Max, your dog. While digging it out from the envelope, I was contemplating whether to read your letter...couldn't help it and I did. Saw it...nearly cried but I tried to hold back.
Later in the night, I started to think about you again and looked at your album. I started to miss you...I guess you have blocked me so I wouldn't talk to you or something. Somehow...I miss you. There's nothing more I can say but you had lost me.
Christine.
I got a frame for the drawing that you had drawn for me. A drawing of Max, your dog. While digging it out from the envelope, I was contemplating whether to read your letter...couldn't help it and I did. Saw it...nearly cried but I tried to hold back.
Later in the night, I started to think about you again and looked at your album. I started to miss you...I guess you have blocked me so I wouldn't talk to you or something. Somehow...I miss you. There's nothing more I can say but you had lost me.
Christine.
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