I miss you. I miss you like the humid days miss the sun,like the plants miss water when they’re parched,like the lips await a kiss right in the morning,like the Gods wait for appreciation,like the moon awaits the sun,like the old awaits the new. Oh,darling,why are we stuck on the idea that optimism is the key? Because sadness is as authentic as happiness and,sweetheart,I don’t wanna be disillusioned on the idea that I’m okay without you.


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