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Dear Kira,
I miss you. I miss you a lot. I wish you would come back to New York. We miss you. A lot.
I remember the night we actually talked. I made that stupid decision to kiss you. I mean, I don't exactly regret it because I'll never see you. But, I regret it because I fucked up any chance of us being friends.
Any chance of us talking normally and actually having conversations. Normal conversations. Conversations about how our days went or how we feel. Not about stupid crushes. Especially not conversations that consisted of me kissing you.
