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Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, thinking I feel him there. I glance out my window and hope against hope that he'll be standing there, his beautiful eyes staring up at my window, waiting for me to stand and look back at him. To beckon him up. To let him in.

It's been such a long time. I haven't seen him in almost a year, and I still can't let go.

You'd think after almost four years, I'd move on, let go, realize that what I wish for secretly isn't a possibility. I am in denial. Denial so strong that when I try to see past it I am knocked down with brute force.

I'll always love him.

I've loved him since I first saw him. Loved who he was, who he had been, and ever shall be. I loved him with the innocence of a child, then with tortured heart of an adult.

Everything with us was just...too. Too intense, too much love, too passionate...too much. God, I miss the rush I used to get by just seeing him. I miss the way I could feel him next to me, *inside* of me, when he was ten miles away.

We've grown up, and grown apart. I don't talk about him anymore, and my friends think I've forgotten him. But I haven't...I've never forgotten.

I'll *never* forget.

My hand travels up, ever so slowly, to grace the ridges of the scar on the column of my neck. When my fingers grace it, I shudder involuntarily as I am swept up with nostalgia...memories of ecstasy so hot it's flames licked and seared.

But what burns more than the ecstasy he brought me, or the pain he caused me, is the brutal truth that still remains and gives me many sleepless nights.

He doesn't love me anymore.

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