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“A dejected looking woman sat in a dark bedroom with her hand on her head, with horizontal strips of light shining on her from a blind, Bloomington” by Xavier Sotomayor on Unsplash

People leave us in a number of ways, for a number of different reasons.

But if it’s not by death, then it’s by choice. And that can be even more difficult to process.

There is no set number of days, no time frame for how long it takes for a person to stop missing someone else. Sometimes, there is no end. Sometimes, you just learn to live with it.

I don’t know how to miss you anymore — There are days when it comes out of thin air, the days when I didn’t even see it coming. And those days are the ones that hurt the most.

Regardless of the number of times that you try to calculate the factors, retrace the steps, attempt to figure out where you went wrong, it doesn’t change the fact that they left.

I don’t know how to miss you anymore. There are days when I do and days when I don’t. There are days when I want to tell you, but I can’t. So, I don’t. And then I move on.

Missing someone doesn’t mean you have to tell them every single time. Because if you did, then you’ll never be able to properly live your life.

There’s nothing wrong with missing someone — it’s letting go that’s the hardest part.

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