"I have moved on and I think you should too, please don't reply to this message."
I stare at the lost soul of my childhood. It was wrapped around his fingers like string, like melted icecream dripping down his wrist. The boy - now man - views our friendship just that, melted icecream to be wiped off and erased. Such aching pain to be considered worth forgetting.
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