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You would hold open doors and ask me about my past and visit my childhood home with me. You and I were something different, something oyu. We could talk about almost anything.
You were everything I needed from the moment I met you. But maybe you already knew that.
Maybe you wanted to believe it, too. Little by little, we became strangers, people who could no longer understand one another. Little by little, we fell out of love with the people we pretended to be.
It was losing the person I thought you were, the person I once loved foolishly and realize now never even existed. Thank you for wiping away my tears and singing me my favorite songs and treating my mother well.
And thank you, most of all, for loving me. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time.
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