hello, i'm abby. 25.
and this is my own Pensieve.
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The last thing I will ever ask of you
I do not want you in my life anymore; I want you gone.
Not even a single trace of you.
A letter to my own grieving self
He did not deserve you.
You deserve better, and so much more.
Nothing makes sense at all. And I am struggling to understand what’s going on.
How is it even possible to miss someone much more in the past few weeks I haven’t seen them, than in the 6 months I’ve spent waiting to see them again?
The universe really has a funny way of bringing two people together sometimes.
It’s crazy how much of a difference the inclusion of the word “I” can make in a sentence. It’s also crazy how much of a difference one’s choice of punctuation can make.
“miss you!” gives off that happy, light, carefree vibe.
“miss you” is in between – it’s like, ‘I don’t wanna sound too serious, but I also don’t wanna sound too excited. But I still mean what I said.’
And then there’s “I miss you.”