So after maybe two-ish years of not being by your side and you not coming to be by my side, I have realized that I sort of miss you but not the way I want to. I miss you the way you will miss your favorite sweater when you find out that it's tearing at the back and can't be repaired. So you sew it up, put it in a box for next winter, and hope for the best. Unfortunately for that sweater, I sort of forgot about you and now thinking about you while it's so warm and terrible, I realize that I like new things more than a former favorite. I'm sorry, Ray.

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