Hello, love.
It's been a long time.
I miss you, you know.
You were my everything.
Still are.
Do you still do that thing with your nose when you smile? Scrunch it up until you look like a pug, and laugh when I tell you that?
Do you still frown when you read? Would you still laugh if I chase the crinkles away with kisses, like you used to?
It's not fair, you know.
You're selfish.
I can't do that to a person, make them care, make them depend on you, and then just... leave.
No, that's not the right word.
Because, even now, you're still here.
You're in the radio I listen to in bed.
You're in the mugs I use for tea, the ones that you used to wrap your hands around like they were your lifeboat.
I still miss you.
YOU ARE READING
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