Whenever I miss you more than words can express I remember sitting in English working on "group projects" that either of us could have finished solo without breaking a sweat. I remember trading secret memories and stories over greasy cafeteria food and overly highlighted poems. I remember taking seats in the furthest corner of the biology lab where we made white out paintings and wrote about charms on the bracelet from your dad.
Whenever I miss you more than words can express, I tell myself you left first, but we're doing just fine.
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