I see you in my bookshelves

I see you when I do laundry

I see you when I unlock my door

I hear you in the songs on my playlist

I feel you on the zippers in my jeans

I feel you in my history and on my laugh

I see you in my smile. I feel you in my adventures. 

Maybe we’re better as friends. 

Maybe we’re better as strangers. 

I dont know. All I know is that I miss you. 

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