She was happy, content. She got into a relationship with her guy friend and he actually treats her nice. Her eyes began to open wider at a new experience. She had new friends and barely had time for poetry. I found her history of her blogs and back tracked through profiles to find her. I scanned through a list of names, noting one that sounded like her. I saw her, it was a picture of her laughing. She looked so happy. I couldn't ruin that by going back in her life. I was heart broken knowing she hadn't even a thought of me at this point in her life. But I was happy. Because I knew she was happy. I hoped that she would message me one day, but I felt guilty, knowing id want her to love me.
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