Meddlesome. That's how you should have described me. Perhaps, that's what you were screaming about when I chose to cover my ears. But I adore you.They tell me I was wrong. I should not have reached out for you and shaken your shoulder. I should have just let you choose. But I adore you. I remember your hands that hid in my pockets and the rough road we laid on while gazing at the sky. I should have just let them be. But I adore you. I remember the day you chose to leave. I must have been so easy to leave. I must have sparkled less. But I adore you and not once did I not feel bitter even as you held on my hoodie. Untill... now, i will let you be. But I want you to know, you mattered to me because that's who I am. I remember most from all that touched me.
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