I miss you, though I haven’t seen you in person.
I dream of you every night, like torture in the morning, like bliss in the dark.
The things I could have said, the ways I could have said them,
Will never change who you are.
I didn’t expect you to change.
I love you. You are beautiful and I will watch you silently from now on.
I regret everything, but with enough luck you’ll forget me like everyone else does.
Part of me hopes, you just never saw anything.
That would be for the best.
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