me looking at him: I missed you every day, it hurt. The silence was never enough to forget the sound of your sighs or the way your touch leaves sparks on my skin. Sometimes, I wish it was enough. But oftentimes, I wish we can go back. Or start over. I’ll love you still either way, better.

also, me:

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