April 3rd, 1:09 AM
God, Sam, I know, that I really shouldn't be missing you now that I know you really don't miss me. But I can't help it. Because I have nothing and no one now and you used to be my favourite someone. I really hope that you realise that you didn't have to change for people, you didn't have to change because people who matter will like the real you, no matter how shitty and cheesy that sounds. Come around Sam, please.
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Lost Messages
Short StoryA boy leaves his best friend messages every month, 8760 hours, 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, one year.
