It's strange, walking these streets, knowing you won't be around the corner. Strange, walking around the metros, knowing you won't be on the other side. I know you aren't gone for good, and I know you'll be back. But I miss you. I miss having you here. I miss knowing you're here.
And
And when I go
When I go, I won't be able to call you, will I?
I mean I will be
and
I've always been able to. I've just chosen not to. For so long.
I don't know.
I miss you.
I miss you. I have always missed you.
Is that okay? I don't know if I'm allowed to.
I just do. I can't not. I've never been able to not.
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