Peppermint Kisses

Perfection: The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects

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I know some will never see this, but I miss you. I honestly do. If only you knew how much.

But it seems that you’ve moved on and honestly, I don’t think I could ever be friends with you again. You’re just not you, anymore.

You’ve let things consume you.

But the worse act of all?

Letting my thoughts consume myself.

Filed under personal friendships ex I wish but I can't.