my friend and i,
we were having
coffee in a shoppe.
our conversation
was about love.
"do you know,
that saying
'sometimes you miss
the memories,
not the person?'"
i murmured softly,
swirling the hazelnut
tea in my mug.
"what about it?"
she wondered.
"that's how you know
you're no longer
in love with them,
because you fall in love
with the memories
while the person
just becomes a
distant, foreign
concept in your mind."
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