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A letter from a lover who let love leave like memories of today that become yesterday with a blink

hi I'll always keep imagining the thousands of different goodbyes this goodbye could have been. Please let me call it a 'good-bye. My heart almost literally stops beating with every word I'm typing right now, I can honestly feel it squeezing like those old, tired balloons, those you find in the corners of your rooms and under your bed fifteen days after the party's over, with some air left. Something is hurting, the party got over too soon and I am not ready for the hangover,