Do you write for yourself?
Maybe in the hope that someone reads it?
Or do you create because you're supposed to.
There is only a brief and fleeting moment, never to be experienced again.
Where words flow on digital paper and I think about you.
You'll probably never see this; I don't expect you to Google my name.
But I wish you didn't have to and we could share this.
But that's not meant to be.
You're remarkable.
And I still love you.
So I guess this one is for me.
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
Do you write for yourself?
Maybe in the hope that someone reads it?
Or do you create because you're supposed to.
There is only a brief and fleeting moment, never to be experienced again.
Where words flow on digital paper and I think about you.
You'll probably never see this; I don't expect you to Google my name.
But I wish you didn't have to and we could share this.
But that's not meant to be.
You're remarkable.
And I still love you.
So I guess this one is for me.
Even a brief romance can still impact my dumb brain. Considering the possibilities of every action, thinking about what I could invite you to the following weekend, or even just being your friend.
I miss you.
I miss my ******* friend.
I don't know who you are.
But I don't recognize you anymore.
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