It was only when she left me, it was then I realised how much I was lacking.

I didn't know her at all. 

I didn't bother to find out about her.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I scrolled through her Facebook. Her bright smile was reflected in every photo. She liked music? She went to a concert just this year? Who was this group of girls she hung out with in every photo?

 I didn't know any of that.

But yet I loved her. My heart ached for her like how a prepubertal male would come into the emergency department for testicular torsion.

How did that make sense?

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