You Don’t Need Loads Of Friends. 1 Or 2 Is About All I Could Ever Handle. I Have Always Looked For

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Jake being the extra dad and going to every one of Maya's ballet recitals and being the loudest clapper, purely because his dad wasn't there for him. He is always hanging her artwork on the fridge to the point he and Amy have bought 32 sets of magnets to hang them all. He makes sure every. single. night. that there are no monsters in her closet or under her bed and proceeds to use his police grade flashlight to interrogate the "monsters" in there. [1/3]

He always has tea parties and dresses up with the tiara. When Maya is feeling sick or sad he invites her into his bed and they watch die hard on repeat until either one is asleep (we all know it’s her fave too). and they eat ice cream together when she has her first heartbreak. and whenever she has boy troubles when she is older, he tells her about his first date with Amy. and how he knew they were going to get married and how he loved Maya so much. And he definitely cried at her wedding [2/2]

HE’S REALLY GOING TO BE THE BEST DAD THAT AMY AND THEIR KIDS COULD POSSIBLY ASK FOR WOW

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served 2 deployments in the thumb war. I can still hear the counting

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Are we all crying together on this warm Tuesday night in June

“do you have a favourite cold open and, if so, tell mE WhY”

I miss him

He has someone else now.

He is no longer staring at me in class.

I miss him.

I miss the way he would look at me when someone said something dumb.

I miss the way he would tell me goodnight at nearly midnight because we were sharing our favorite music.

I miss playing 20 questions and talking about random things.

I miss how I would call him dork and he would call me nerd.

I miss the way he would screenshot my snaps because he thought I was beautiful.

He is happy now.

He has someone else.

She makes him happier than I ever would have.

I wish things had worked out different.

Until I can move on, I will just remember our first date (my first ever date) and holding hand on the bus.  I will remember laying my head on his shoulders while we slept on our way to the museum.  I will remember the way he looked when I was excited about something.  I will remember the way he cared for me.  And the way he would ruin his sleep schedule to make sure I was okay.  And the way he would still come to me when he was feeling down even after we parted ways.  I will remember him, and feel happy that he is happy.  That he is content with his current relationship.

I miss him, but I am grateful that he is happy and healthy and still the man I remember him to be.

I loved him, but that is in the past.  He was my first love.  And for a while, my last.  But I a happy that my path crossed with his and that I was able to have the experiences that I did.  

I miss him, and I’m sure he missed me. But now he has her, and he is happy.

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