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Miss you

I really do miss you. When you were around, before you became "not new", the hours just seemed to blend into days and weeks.

I waited for you. Daily. Saw you not often, and enjoyed the experiances.

But know, as the new becomes used, the excitment is fading. The insecurities are stepping in. Why was I not good enough?

And with each why it becomes a what if, and each what if takes me further away.

I tried everything to be what you wanted. Unclingy. Unattatched. And some moments hurt so bad. And still do.

But i did what it was was necessary to be your sometimes.

Why could t i be yoyr all the tine? What was wrong with me?