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 I turn 25 this year. 

And I remember a few years ago I wrote a post here saying that one day I’ll be 25 and one day you’ll be here and at that time, I won’t long for you anymore.

I don’t long for you anymore.

I don’t.

But whenever some stuff I still keep from you triggers me, it still aches.

It still aches that everything I had with you was lost.

You were the entirety of love in my universe;

a love that went to waste.