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I cannot pretend that I don't miss him. It would be a lie no one could ever not see through, it's that obvious. And I cannot promise that it will stop eventually, knowing that the only moment in which I won't miss him is the moment he stands next to me.

I don't know if I'll be able to open up for somebody else, after all we've been through together; after his love survived seeing all of my flaws. I cannot ask others to do the same he did, knowing that it is too much to ask of anyone. We came so far this time.

I will continue to love him and wait for him as long as I can, until my heart dies and takes the love with it. Nothing he does can hurt me enough to change that. I am sure, because he tried and did not succeed. I cannot break the silent promise I gave him without breaking myself, too.

Still, I try to convince myself that I need somebody else. Someone who can help me grow a new heart after the old one died. Someone to put the pieces back together when I fall apart without the glue called love. I already feel sorry for that person, knowing how ingrate a task it will be.

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I cannot pretend that I don't miss him. It would be a lie no one could ever not see through, it's that obvious. And I cannot promise that it will stop eventually, knowing that the only moment in which I won't miss him is the moment he stands next to me.

I don't know if I'll be able to open up for somebody else, after all we've been through together; after his love survived seeing all of my flaws. I cannot ask others to do the same he did, knowing that it is too much to ask of anyone. We came so far this time.

I will continue to love him and wait for him as long as I can, until my heart dies and takes the love with it. Nothing he does can hurt me enough to change that. I am sure, because he tried and did not succeed. I cannot break the silent promise I gave him without breaking myself, too.

Still, I try to convince myself that I need somebody else. Someone who can help me grow a new heart after the old one died. Someone to put the pieces back together when I fall apart without the glue called love. I already feel sorry for that person, knowing how ingrate a task it will be.