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He’s not you. He may act like you, talk like you, live like you, but his undertone is of a different color. Of a different strength. Yours was strong, and vibrant. It called to me. And when I came to you, you took me by your side. Fit my hand into yours. Showed me your realm of the world. And I was amazed by it, by you. Perhaps that is why I’m not as infatuated with him as I was with you. You revealed to me something brand new. A breed that I was unfamiliar with. Able to let loose without repercussion. However, he is just leading me back on the path I’ve already been down. He’s not holding my hand. Not telling me things I don’t already know. It’s hard to admit, but I miss you.