Stop. Just Stop. Stop coming into my dreams, stop coming into my thoughts, stop coming back into my life. No, you're not physically here but your memories are VERY present. I can't live normally like this. I'm so unbelievably happy without you. I have a someone who loves me unconditionally like you never could. And that's another thing, I compare him to you and everyone I ever encounter who has your hazel eyes, your laugh or even says something that maybe someday you might say. You are no longer apart of my life, and as long as I'm living and breathing, I never want you to be. But when I'm sleeping, you're there. You're coming back for me. When I'm not thinking about anything in particular, you're there. I hate you. I know you hate me too. It's not the real hate, it's the 'how could you do this to me' hate. I stopped coming into your thoughts and dreams long ago. Dear, do the same for me. Please, stop.
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