"Do you miss them?"
A year has passed since the day they graduated and parted ways. Them venturing new heights, finding new interests, meeting other people -- a journey of finding oneself. She was not very good at voicing out what she felt. The act of doing so was difficult for her but it seems to be the best way of relieving herself of the gnawing ache. "I miss them... I really do." It felt good saying it.
"Do you miss... him?"
And before she could stop herself, with having felt such elation, she replied, "More than I ever thought I would."
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