you are no less stranger than me, i start to miss you more and more terribly these days, oddly. i even miss the time we fight. in the end, when we see thru sex and appearance, small things will keep us alive, that is what i am trying to say, practicality aside, as much as we want to be together, we cant just say we want to be together, in the end, there must be something there to keep us going. i realise that today. i will never be nice to you for some unknown reasons.
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