I remember the first time I leaned my head on your shoulder or the first time you held my hand so tight. I remember how you would text me everyday just to make sure I was okay. And now here I am, leaning on the wall of my 2 bedrooms apartment and holding a cheap bottle of beer with tears running down my cheeks. I don't even know what enters my mouth anymore, my tears or the beer? All I know is my throat burns like hell and that I've been sending you a lot of drunken texts and calls saying how much I miss you but all I get is a distant sound of you and some other girl.
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