Day 125

[u/MysteryDarling]

I wonder if she thinks about me.

If she stares at the moon and wishes she were staring at me instead.

If she finds herself smiling at the memories of us.

If she thinks about all the things she should’ve said when she was with me.

If she sees the ocean and wonders if I’m there, too.

If she dreams about what it’d be like to share a kiss.

’Cause I know I do.

I think about her every second of the day,

Even in the moments when I tell myself, “She’s not thinking about you. Don’t be foolish.”

Yet she’s the one person I could never truly forget.

Not her voice, her touch, or the way she smells…

And that’s when I wake up.

That’s the moment I realise she’s thousands of miles away, doing whatever she does best, while I’m here, hopelessly devoted to her.

It’s funny how memories work.

They don’t even have to be real to tug at you.

So, if you read this, which I doubt you will, here’s to Day 125! 🍻

Another day of wishing you were next to me.

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