I didn’t know that the times we spent together on the weekends, the times that we laughed together, and the times you helped me out was your way of silently wishing me a beautiful goodbye.

Forrest Curran
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It's not that we were together on the weekends, but you would often call me. If I didn't pick up, you'd call again and again until I picked up. Eventually, I answered and we would talk about our days and what we were doing. You had a way of making me smile and laugh by just talking to me.

When you told me about your day, my heart would skip a beat and I felt like we were talking for hours. Sometimes you would invite me over and we would spend the entire night just talking and laughing together.

Source: Purple Buddha Project: Purple Book Of Selflove

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