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I was thinking about you.
It is not that I don't think about you every single day of my life since I first fell in love with you, however I was actually thinking about you. Analyzing my feelings about you and how my life changed when I was with you and since you left my side.
I was wondering if this feeling, this necessity of having you by my side, this joy I feel when I see your picture and the pain on my chest when I remember the moments by your side, if all this feeling is actually real. I was thinking and thinking and at some point overthinking about this feeling. Do I miss you? Do I ever even felt this deep passion about you? Or do I only LOVED how you made me feel. How you made me feel alive and in love with life and how you truly gave me a reason to leave bed in the morning.
Was all this love for you? Or was all this love for how you made me feel alive? I miss you, I miss talking to you, I miss seeing you everyday but over all, I truly think I miss having a passion on my life.
Feeling anxious because something reminded me that I am not special & irreplaceable for the people who are special & irreplaceable to me.