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Do you ever miss me?

I know you remember the times we've had... how could you forget? Do you ever wish that those nights would come again? Do you ever want, so badly, to pick up the phone and call me?

Obviously not, because I have yet to receive a call. You send me all the wrong signals; first you complain that we never get to see each other, then I call and you tell me you can't do anything. I want to believe that you really can't do anything, but I know it's not true. I know you don't want to do anything.

But what I don't know is why. Do you avoid me because you're trying not to get involved, or do you avoid me because you hate my guts? Do you lie to me because you love me, or because you hate me?

Of course I fear it's the latter; that would make the most sense. But then you've never made much sense, never acted very logically. That's what was so great about you. And also what I hated the most.

I still miss you. All the time.

Do you ever miss me?

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