𝗨𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 [𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻]

𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲...?

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i took the polaroid we happily bought together, millions of pieces and photos were taken, i took a peek, a small seek won't hurt; do i have to think?

on the days our paths are fleeting and apart, our printed ink made us connected by heart, to see you-i could take a bus, but i choose to sit down at home, in my chair, watch our photos together, thinking we'll stay forever.

while teary, i realized that each picture has a story, those mind-blowing memory to remember, they fill me up, build me up, even in times of missing you, i can feel that you're beside; i took every moments, from january to december.

these are the days that i miss you, i open up the box of films we stocked while our hands are holding together, the air starts to breeze, reminding me of how wide this maze of emotions are; i stared at your gleaming eyes, in the photos-i lost inside.

you are my heartbeat, though not that far away, i value your presence, your words that slay, i've been missing you, hugging me and being beside, it feels like a decade; even if we stopped talking, in just one day.

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-Yi, Upsettingly Spoken.

[•]: lowercase intended.