2 months {62 days} of you

...and I'm done.

Leaves have grown over the branches of the tree we once sat in, houses have been built along the empty streets we once played in.

In a few months we will barely know each other anymore.

After a while I won't think of you as often.

There will still be days I miss you. There will still be nights I cry.

But you will find someone better for you, and I will find someone better for me.

There will be things we both won't ever forget. We'll look back and smile, and our hearts will clench a little.
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When I think of you, I'll always remember you as someone that I loved.

Goodbye.