You were almost gone.
You left last June--the 28th--in a flurry of tears and heartache on my side and I let you go phsically but my heart's still struggling. It's like the saying--you've left footprints in my heart and everywhere I turn, you've walked ahead of me and I keep retracing your steps.
And now you're back.
You're the best worst christmas present I've ever had.
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