You were better off a stranger to me. In fact, I felt pleasure in your absence. The limerence is what fuels my fire, and all I needed to feel again was longing and yearning for an object out of reach.
Was it really fate or karma? Regardless, I could see why everyone gets so addicted to the pain, masochistic tendencies aside. The silence, speaking louder than ever. And now the stranger, preferable to the familiar. You live and you yearn.
im a sad girl 
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