I pressed my forehead against the window, the rain sliding off like my thoughts. Everything brought me back to you. A song. A smell. The taste of silence at 3 a.m. I wondered if you were thinking of me, even for a second. My heart hadn't learned to lie. It still cried out your name in my nights that were too long. You had passed through me like light passes through tinted windows: discreetly, but profoundly. Joshua's story
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