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I used to tell you that everything about me was incredibly and extremely dull. And I didn’t lie.
Back when you were still in the picture, things were static, like those late-night broadcasts — though we both know how much I exaggerated everything the universe served right in front of my face. It was bland, but I sure made it sound like life’s the worst part about living itself.
I craved changes, something new — just specks of excitement and amusement. And I didn’t lie. Regardless of how I always made it seemed a lot more than what it was, fact showed that I lived on a straight line with little to no surprises.
(You used to also tell me to tell you more about my days when you asked about them, which I never did, cause they really were not even close to adventures you went on.)
Now with years passing by, one thing's surely altered — your presence was no longer a constant in my timeline. Amongst many changes that I went through, that you went through, as we continued our lives in separate ways, this variable was one thing that affected me the most — considering how you selfishly not only made yourself a chapter, but a goddamn library to my journey.
But with many changes I went through, changes I badly craved when we were still together, with years passing by, the effect dimmed — while I, too, much like you did, went on without having any other options.
Sadly, though, unlike your existence and many other life-altering curveballs the universe threw at me, my feeling remained in its place, right where your entire being used to be.
Staying put.
Just like how I wished you could.