I miss it

I miss him. I don’t miss the crazy emotions. I don’t miss the hurt. 

What I miss is the conversations that lasted until the early mornings. I miss the wide variety of topics. I do miss the riskier topics too. 

We can’t ever go back to those times though. It’s in the past. It has to stay there. We still talk, but nowhere near like we used to. More often than not, it’s just polite conversation. But at least we’re still friends. 


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