dear ___,
i keep remembering the moments we shared. they haunt me. they follow me around, and whisper into my ear. they sit on my shoulder waiting for an opportunity to make me remember the way you made me feel. i remember your promises and the way how now we are left in the air not knowing whether to fulfill them.
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