... we'll have been broken up one year. I'm so sad. I'm planning to have a quiet, gentle weekend and to think a lot about where to from here.
I'll probably never understand why things have happened the way they have. It will probably always hurt. I'll probably always worry about you and wonder if you're OK. Maybe I'll just have to accept that this is the way it is, that I'll always wonder and worry.
And I'll always miss you. And I'll always wish things were different. I'll always love you.
I'll probably never understand why things have happened the way they have. It will probably always hurt. I'll probably always worry about you and wonder if you're OK. Maybe I'll just have to accept that this is the way it is, that I'll always wonder and worry.
And I'll always miss you. And I'll always wish things were different. I'll always love you.
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