π° πππππβπ πππππ πππ ππ, πππβ¦
I still look for you in places we used to go.
Still finding you in my dreams as if it were just yesterday that we cross our path.
Still keeping a piece of you in my closet.
Still making your favorite coffee every morning; I used to hate it but learned to love it.
Still longs for your embrace every night when I am lying in bed, looking at the moon peeking at meβremembering how we used to.
Still wonder about the dreams we shared, the plans we madeβwill it have a second chance too?
Will I ever heal from your absence or Iβll forever wait for the answers. I am trying my best to make it make sense; I am there, but quite notβπππ.
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