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8theGreat said:
I miss the funny boy who taught me to love, but never returned it. He moved before I could tell him what he really meant to me, and is now the school player. It's true that first loves never end.
I miss the sweet girl who taught me what Những người bạn really are, the girl who helped me through everything I went through even though I was a complete weirdo. We had a falling out, and although we have an occasional chit chat, we will never be like we were.
I miss the people of my dreams, the ones that leave me when I wake up, who don't exist anywhere but my mind. They are my friends, my colleagues, the people who give me the strength to find my own ideas. I wish they could walk beside me.
I miss the deceitful man who taught me what strength is. He won me over with words of love, and broke me when he stabbed me with knives of hate. He moved to California and left me behind with a false hope. He ripped my life to shreds and is the demon of my existence, but he made me a stronger person. I wish I could have helped him revive himself from the twisted person he's become.
I miss the insane duo that taught me true commitment. They were Những người bạn who had known each other all their lives, and obviously shared a tình yêu for one another. They gave each other hell and pestered one another to no end. But they'd kill anyone who hurt the other one. Literally. The ngày I đã đưa ý kiến farewell to them was a hard one. They're together now, though, and as I have come to understand, they're a match made in heaven.
But most of all I miss the perfect boy that was out of my league, the one who taught me that money can't buy happiness, and taught me that anything is possible. He was the strongest, most intelligent person I have ever had the privilege of knowing, who loved me like there was no other tình yêu in the universe, like there weren't any wealthy girls who would be thêm than happy to have him. I miss the boy who kissed me in front of his disapproving mother, even though it meant a beating later. He took each blow with grace and even happiness, because there was no pain that his mother could give him that could compare to the tình yêu he felt for me.
Looking back on it now, he is the person that I miss the most, the person that made me the happiest, the tình yêu of my life. I never should have hurt him, I never should have made him feel một giây to a fictional character that I wouldn't have traded for him if I could. Making him feel that when all he did was tình yêu me was the worst thing I have ever done. I will never stop missing the perfect, broken boy that would have traded a a life of wealth for a life with me. He taught me what tình yêu really is, he tried to tell me what I really meant to me, how I had saved him. I wish I had listened while I had the chance. I understand his feelings now, I now know what I mean to him. But it's too late. I wish I had never let him go.
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