And the thing is, I'm talking to you right now.
It's just not the same.
I miss the things we did, all the fun times we had.
I miss you.
I miss the old times. I know I've already said that, but I mean it. There's no other way to put it; I just miss the old days we were together.
I miss you.
I know I'm still talking to you right now, but
I miss you still.
And I always will.
I fucked it up.
And I always will fuck it up.
But that doesn't mean that we can't start over.
One more, one more time.
One more, can we try one more time and make this all better?
Yes,
I FUCKING MISS YOU DUCKLIGHT.
JACK. COME BACK. COME BACK JACK!
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