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Permalink It’s only been two months but we’ve shifted from barely knowing anything about each other to where we are right now. And while I’m not ceasing to function, I’m already missing you terribly without knowing why. (Not that I’m flustered by that uncertainty.) I guess it’s just my usual way of emotional commitment to a single person at a time. But whatever it is, I’ve made room in my heart for you and I think it’s kind of cosy. Do visit once in a while, I hope?
I really hate how it’s always so hard to keep friendships with the opposite gender going when one of two friends are attached. Probably because the person we’re attached to should be the ultimate best friend.
But whatever it is, I’ve grown so fond of you as the kok person I’m so comfortable with. In your words, “sisters”, though I prefer not to use that ‘cause that makes me want to hit you all the time.
So… Please come back the same.
Missing you already,R.
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