And how you miss wondering how chemicals can smell like lavender when it's 3 in the morning and you kiss her hair.
How you miss to see her dancing every time it's raining because she told you that is where she gets her piece of mind.
How you miss waking up to the smell of pancakes, remembering how she hates chocolate syrup for the sweetness reminds her of breakups.
And now, you wonder if she ever tried it with her pancakes after you let her go because you remember her pleading voice when she sent you a voicemail begging you to come back.
You also wonder if someone kisses her hair or dance with her or if she smiles as beautifully as before and you're not the reason anymore since you saw her latest facebook update showing the world how happy she was. She was in Venice, and you remember how you two used to talk about going there together. Looks like she went with somebody else.
Then you realize - with all that thinking, you realize - that only when you start missing someone, you can say that they're gone.

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Coffee and Insanity
Short StoryBecause love is insane. Add a little coffee for sanity.