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Losing someone before you tell them how you feel hurts so much. Going on without them will be hard and it will be hard pretending you are okay. The pain of losing them will hurt everywhere you go. Seeing their friends without them will hurt too and you will be hoping they appear anytime soon. You will regret every waking up and living. Smiling will become a hard job. Tears will want to run down your cheeks every now and then. What will hurt most though is being so close to them and letting them walk away. Not knowing what would have been if only you had said those words. Then you realize that loving them is all you had been trying to do. So, do it now. If you love someone, let them know. No one gets tired of being loved. Everyone wants to be loved. Make sure you have no regrets when they are no longer there. Only be happy they knew they had a special place in your heart.

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