I play non existent conversations
with you in my mind.
Leaving me bitter
from the sweet memories,
but then only the sweetness
remains as I remember your laugh.
And your smile...
I always got lost in your smile and never wanted to be found.
Your soul.
Your aesthetic breathtaking soul
is what I have fallen for
time and time again.
As you will always remain,
I constantly tell myself to face reality,
only when reality does not want to face me.
When the only reality is that I will always be missing you.

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