Sometimes what we actually miss are the memories not the person.
We miss those happy memories we did with the person who use to be there.
We miss the things that we used to do with that person...
We're holding those memories cause we know that it can't happen again.
Even if it can happen again it's not the same anymore because it's not with the same person.
We might laugh by thinking those memories but end up crying because we miss those.
Crying because we miss the memories... with that person.
It's the memories what we missed.
Because people change and not the memories.
And those are the memories what we'll be missing.
~ October 27, 2020 (7:00pm)
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