You

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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