& after struggling all these times I still find myself missing you. Your flaws, your craziness, your warmth, your presence... the whole of you. I miss you, so bad. Yet, how can I love, hate and miss the same person at the same time?
Such a ruthless game.
I guess missing is the part of life where we all go through. We either be happy that each day we're closer to seeing tht someone, or we be happy that it becomes more numb that eventually it will come to a point where that figure slowly fades and slip away.
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