Until that day...

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It had been three months since he left. The jacket of his I had no longer smelled like him. The memories we once had were faded, blurred almost like a dream. The words he had once said to me being replaced with what I wish he had said. I didn't understand his reason to go but I couldn't have stopped him. 'If only I could see his face one more time,' I thought to myself day after day. 

The first snow had already happened. I didn't like it, but life was going on without him. The first snow had already happened. That frigidness of winter hit again, that kind of cold that chills you to the bone. I didn't know where he was anymore... if he was with anyone now... if he could feel the same cold against his porcelain skin like I could... but I tried to keep busy. It worked for a while, even on days where I felt restless like there was something more out there that was almost in reach, yet too far to touch it. I tried to convince myself that people are just meant to come in and out of your life, sometimes without a purpose... but just for the company of having them for a little while. 

I tried... and it worked. Until that day. 


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