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I bumped into you after a year today and oh my. You've changed so much.
Your hair is red, your eyes hold a sparkle and you seem so much lighter on your feet. When I hugged you I didn't smell alcohol, you felt warm as you hugged me back. I remember when I first hugged you, my arms were around you as you just stood there, arms limp at your side.
I pulled away, remembering how I had chocolate in my bag. The same one I remember always giving you when we were at school. Your eyes still lit up the same, though they held remembrance in them too this time. You still say my name with such tenderness as you thank me and it makes me want to cry.
It felt bittersweet as we said goodbye after catching up quickly. You had your life to go back to and I had mine. We wouldn't talk to each other, we won't message. But I like that you haven't forgot about me. I like to think I'm not the only one thinking about our time together before I fall asleep.
I hope we get to meet again someday.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
