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DearMr. Cross, Remember me? The one you used to love? I was the one you called everyday. The one you made plans with, not weeks or even days in advance. I was the oneyou called everytime you first opened your eyes. The one who called you just to say "What's up?" when hanging out wasn't an option. The one to see your face light up with laughter, the one to catch your tears. I was the one who calmed you down. I wasn't the who hurt you. I wasn't the one you tell me about. I wasn't the one you "never want to see again." I wasn't that one. I was the one whom you called over every exciting moment. The one you called when I needed you. The one to see youfall. The one to see you get up again. The one who listened when your life changedforever.The one to go with you on gutsy trips. The one who wants to holdyour hand. The one you said"No," to but I still wanted to be your friend. The one who thinks your hair color should stay the same. The one who is getting tired of all this.I'm right here, where are you?P.S. I can't pretend I'm happy with all of this anymore. I hatewho we've become because it's not really us. I just want you back. I want to be the one.