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You know that sinking feeling you get when you realise nothing is ever going to be the same with someone ever again?

I feel the exact same thing. 

Except this time the pit is five times more bottomless. And it’s three times darker. And the wind smells like beer and milk.

And you’ll never speak to me again. I’m so, so, so, sorry.

You’re right, though. You are so right about everything. And I wish I knew how to listen.

You’re super awesome. Please talk to me.