How I feel.
Sometimes, I feel like I don’t miss you, but I think it’s only because I don’t remember what I’m missing.
Missing you is like rain; I remember the feeling of the splashes on my skin, the look of the droplets as they trickle down my window, the sound of the pitter-patter on the roof. But if the rain hasn’t come for quite some time, like all unused memories, the thought of you stores itself deep in my mind.
It’s not that I don’t remember you, not at all. You’re a permanent fixture in my thoughts, whether it be conscious or not. In fact, the problem with your permanence in the back of my mind is that whenever I see your face, hear or read your name, or even come across something that remotely reminds me of you — like a song on the radio, or someone with a similar build and haircut…
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