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40/218 when you miss someone When you miss someone you get poked by the memories of all kind. Your body remembers their touch. The places and the way their touch got imprinted on you, it's hard to forget. It's like an invisible but permanent tattoo. When you really miss someone your skin peels off at the places where they touched you, including your heart. Your mind remembers the random walks on the streets, the beautiful laughs lost in time, and you yourself lost in their world. You never knew you were making memories for a lifetime while sunbathing on a warm winter afternoon. Somewhere deep in your heart you want everything back, every single thing, but the person is gone and you can't do anything about it. Your emotions become theirs remembering the time when they were binge-drinking because of the heartbreaks of life. It's as if you're drinking their heartbreaks like yours. Not just this, you see yourself wearing the shoes they were wearing in some random evening walk. Their clothes, idiosyncrasies, and lazy morning voice never leave even after they do.
40/218 when you miss someone When you miss someone you get poked by the memories of all kind. Your body remembers their touch. The places and the way their touch got imprinted on you, it's hard to forget. It's like an invisible but permanent tattoo. When you really miss someone your skin peels off at the places where they touched you, including your heart. Your mind remembers the random walks on the streets, the beautiful laughs lost in time, and you yourself lost in their world. You never knew you were making memories for a lifetime while sunbathing on a warm winter afternoon. Somewhere deep in your heart you want everything back, every single thing, but the person is gone and you can't do anything about it. Your emotions become theirs remembering the time when they were binge-drinking because of the heartbreaks of life. It's as if you're drinking their heartbreaks like yours. Not just this, you see yourself wearing the shoes they were wearing in some random evening walk. Their clothes, idiosyncrasies, and lazy morning voice never leave even after they do.
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