4 May at 4:36 AM
i miss you.
these are the words i say out loud to my room, almost everyday for the last year; as if the words could actually conjure you.
That they’d bring you here like you promised to be that day after Valentine’s. That suddenly I’d find you ringing the doorbell to see me. That you’d notice yours is the only photo in my room, framed on my nightstand. That you’d ask, if those three words ever crossed my mind when it came into view.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
4 May at 4:36 AM
i miss you.
these are the words i say out loud to my room, almost everyday for the last year; as if the words could actually conjure you.
That they’d bring you here like you promised to be that day after Valentine’s. That suddenly I’d find you ringing the doorbell to see me. That you’d notice yours is the only photo in my room, framed on my nightstand. That you’d ask, if those three words ever crossed my mind when it came into view.
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