resentment of living in the little things, of being happy in the repercussions of a single manner one does. they are the ones neglected because just as they are the beads of happiness in our every day, they are, constant miniature of what is unrequited.
Today, I went out with an old friend. We ate together. Share some stories which for a year we haven't hashed over. I think I missed her. I think I did. I'm breaking it slowly to myself now... Ire, you will also be missed.
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