Letting go was hard. I never knew how much I loved her, until I wasn't with her. No matter where I went, I saw her. I saw her in the roses at the park, in the leaves falling from the trees. I saw her everywhere. Letting go was hard, moving on was harder. I hadn't talked to many people since she left. It just didn't seem right, nothing seemed right.
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