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That theory stings in the most profound way because you never know when the last meeting is happening. No dramatic goodbye, no realization in the moment. Just an ordinary interaction, one that feels like any other, but in reality? It’s the last page of your shared story.

Later,… https://t.co/vUcW8kKfbo

— positivity moon (@arrtnem) February 11, 2025

I miss you

I hate you (kinda but also not really)

I’m mad at you

But anger is just a front for hurt

I think of the good times

Of when you were kind

And made me laugh

All the times you listened to me

When I felt like I meant something

But they blind me to the bad

To toxicity and mistreatment and disrespect

Knowing it was always only going to be temporary

Doesn’t make it less painful

The memories are permanent

I don’t know whether to hold them close

Or let them go

Because the good ones go hand-in-hand with the bad

So much to say

So much left unsaid

So I’ll just write random not-quite haikus here instead