I used to write him letters. Really long ones. Funny ones. And I promised I'd write them forever. I still write them. I just don't send them anymore.
He used to call me every night. Long calls. Really funny calls. And he had promised to talk forever. I still hear him. But he doesn't call anymore.
I used to write him poems. On love. On happiness. And I'd promised to write them forever. I still write them. They are not happy anymore.
He used to sing me songs. On Love. On happiness. And he promised to sing them forever. He still sings them. But not for me anymore.
He used to call me every night. Long calls. Really funny calls. And he had promised to talk forever. I still hear him. But he doesn't call anymore.
I used to write him poems. On love. On happiness. And I'd promised to write them forever. I still write them. They are not happy anymore.
He used to sing me songs. On Love. On happiness. And he promised to sing them forever. He still sings them. But not for me anymore.
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