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I never even realised how large the portion of my mind occupied by the thought of you was, until I went to bed hearing nothing but the rustles of my blanket melting around my restless body at the early hours of the morning.

I drifted into unconsciousness while wondering how I’ll replace the silence of where your voice used to be - do I start a new hobby? Finish forgotten tasks? Or do I keep that part of my mind unoccupied until someone else makes their way in?

Whatever I choose to do, it won’t matter all that much. The thoughts of you I can replace, but in my heart there will always be a hole in the place where you stole a piece from. 

With hopes of waking up with the same clear mind, I opened my eyes and stretched away my aches, only to realise that my thoughts have turned into the biggest ache of them all, now consisting of your actions, which I’ll never have a way of knowing again - how long had you known that I’m your past, not your present? What did you do to the piece of me that you took? Do you know your actions hurt me more than those that I have inflicted on myself with the intentions of hurt being upfront?