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I deleted his comments and erased his text messages, all the i love yous.

I can still see them in my head.

I realized that I can read the majority of messages in my mind long after I erase them and try to pretend like words mean nothing.

I'm not claiming that love is always deep and eternal; sometimes there's just enough there to make a life change. Until now I've been uncomfortable admitting that.

This week I realized that I am most lonely when I'm bored. The semester starts in a month, but I feel antzy and impulsive. I think I might plan to move, or at least give myself some options. Something new.