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Idk why but sometimes I lay on bed at night and think of you and that feels wrong because I’m not supposed to think of you. But then again, it’s not like I miss you or something. I just wonder how you’re doing… Heard you’ve enlisted. She met your mom. Wow. You used to talk about your mom alot. She seems like a nice girl. She IS a nice girl. She’s much better off with you. She seems to love you alot. You deserve that; a girl like her. I just wanna sit and catch up. Talk to you. Listen to that annoying voice of yours. As friends, nothing else. But oh well, now you’re just somebody I used to know. And I guess that’s part of growing up.