It's insane that one human being can have an impact on your life that leaves you in physical pain but they never hit you.
When you miss that someone, you can't even conjure up the courage to tell them for fear that they won't miss you back.
I need to learn how to speak my mind so I don't wonder if they miss me back and actually know if they do... and if not? I can cancel my curiosity and sew the wound I've been picking at.

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