When I miss you the most, I usually think about how much pain you made me. How much I really hate you. They usually sense of loss after you disappear rather quickly.
But sometimes hatred does not work to remove the sense of loss, and then I usually curl up and remember the time when I actually was your little princess. Then fill the pit in the heart with some hope, then I usually stay calm.
I do not love you anymore, but i love the one you were.
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