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I’m feeling a little weird these past few days. My dreams are even weirder. Is it because Valentine’s Day is near and I don’t still have a boyfriend? Maybe yes. Maybe not. I’m just a little confused. I don’t understand why there’s a tinge of regret within me. It is actually my fault why he left. I took him for granted. I never thought that he’ll fall in love with somebody else. I am so accustomed that he’s always around. He’s always there when I need someone to talk to or whenever I want to hang out.  Karma’s really a bitch. And it kinda hurts. Too bad it is too late. I terribly miss his company. I even miss his arms around my waist or his tight embrace. I miss his hearty laugh whenever I joke around. I miss his sweet gestures. I miss his soft kisses. I simply miss everything about him. I just never thought I’ll miss him so much. It’s been actually a year since we’ve seen each other. He seems so happy and contented while I am melancholic and confused.

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