Missing you is like slivers of ice in the summer- cold, uninvited, unwelcome, and yet reminiscent of a beautiful season that you cannot taste. Missing you is like a kiss, wonderful and chaotic, wreaking pain with the excruciating temporary nature of it all. I’m not allowed to miss you. But if we’re going to get […]
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