I wonder what I’ll be doing when the thought of missing you no longer hurts, but is a dull blur at the edge of my mind. Will I be in the middle of washing the dishes when the thought of you hits me? Will I be able to smile without tearing up? Will I have forgotten our escapades, our random walks, our comfortable silences?
You.
Your humor, your crooked smile, your character, your sincerity?
Will I be able to look at you without wanting to rediscover you?
Will I be able to look at you without wanting to rediscover you?
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…
But I still wonder.
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