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AND IF I NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN And if I never see you again, I’d want you to know how much of an effect you left on me. Buried deep beneath my skin, every memory has roots that stretch throughout my soul. And when thunder rolls, like drums beating in the distance, I’m reminded of those nights we spent upstate by a fire, our hearts racing, both of us afraid of giving someone everything. You were wild at heart, and you let me come along on your reckless adventures. They changed me for good. And I’ll carry those memories like gold in my pocket until I’m tired and old. I remember it like yesterday when you stopped answering my calls. Every ring was a knife driven a little deeper. Every voicemail I left was another piece of myself I couldn’t get back. Until one day, there was nothing left to give only photographs and a bitter taste in my mouth. And if I never see you again, I want you to know that I carry you through every thought and memory. You’ve rented out a space inside my soul. And when I think of you, I think of home. Wherever you are in this great big world, I hope you’re doing okay. I’d hate to think of you living any way other than your own.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
If I never see you again
AND IF I NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN And if I never see you again, I’d want you to know how much of an effect you left on me. Buried deep beneath my skin, every memory has roots that stretch throughout my soul. And when thunder rolls, like drums beating in the distance, I’m reminded of those nights we spent upstate by a fire, our hearts racing, both of us afraid of giving someone everything. You were wild at heart, and you let me come along on your reckless adventures. They changed me for good. And I’ll carry those memories like gold in my pocket until I’m tired and old. I remember it like yesterday when you stopped answering my calls. Every ring was a knife driven a little deeper. Every voicemail I left was another piece of myself I couldn’t get back. Until one day, there was nothing left to give only photographs and a bitter taste in my mouth. And if I never see you again, I want you to know that I carry you through every thought and memory. You’ve rented out a space inside my soul. And when I think of you, I think of home. Wherever you are in this great big world, I hope you’re doing okay. I’d hate to think of you living any way other than your own.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
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