I wonder if she stopped talking to me because she really has nothing to say. Or if she stopped talking to me because she knows I stopped talking to her.
I wonder why I stopped talking; what am I trying to do?
I wonder if I am a terrible friend. Or if I made a difference in the first place, a real difference. Because I don't think I did.
I wonder why I care so much, why I want to and wish I didn't at the same time.
I wonder if she actually misses me.
Because actually, I miss her.
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