Dear Matt,
See the problem with being broken up with you, is that EVERYTHING reminds me of you. Everything. From music to movies to TV shows, even words and smells. I guess that was something that I took for granted when we were together, but boy am I paying for that now. Pouring myself a glass of lemon flavored pellegrino water makes me think of you. Flipping through HBO channels and seeing Ides of March is on reminds me of you. Seeing previews for upcoming movies that we were going to see if the worst though. It makes me sad to think about the plans we made, all the things we wanted to do but won't.
I miss the little things the most. The way our fingers would intertwine while we were laying in bed and watching tv at night. The way I could throw my leg over yours in a possessive yet comfortable way. I miss you head of my chest when you were sleepy enough to lay there.
i just miss you. So terribly. It hurst in every possible way and in every possible place. I wish you would just come back.
Je t'aime,
E.
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