Limerent Object
I miss my friend.
I miss Kay, yes. I miss being with her, but I miss her as a friend. I miss having her be someone I can turn to. I miss having her in my life with none of these dramatic feelings pinned to her, feelings I have no way of removing.
I’m tired and I’m anxious and I’m tired of being anxious.
I miss my friend.
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