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It’s okay to miss someone even when they are not a part of your life anymore.
It’s okay to miss someone even when they left you all alone in a miserable state.
It’s okay to miss someone even when they do not miss you back.

You miss someone because at whatever time it may be, but it meant something to you. You were very deep and truly into it, you were living a totally different life, a life full of dreams, hopes, and a future together.

And letting go of your good memories isn’t necessarily a choice you should be making. Rather grow up with the good in your heart, for it will peace out your soul. Do not turn your back on a part of your life that must have given you a lesson or two. 

When people around you think otherwise, tell them to ‘Respect the Remembrance.’ Normalize not having to justify your behavior, your emotions, and your reactions all the time. They are all valid. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to matters of the heart.  Stop being so tough on yourself. Stop asking yourself to feel in a certain way. Stop being a hypocrite at least to yourself. You owe no one but yourself all the truth and love.

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