i miss
the "good morning, love" texts
and
the "i love you more" texts.
i miss us.
not necessarily the concept
of being in a relationship,
but you and i,
what we were.
the dreams we had
of what we
could've been,
would've become.
but of course,
the circumstances have changed.
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
