“are you still living in CA? are you happy? fulfilling your dreams? married?”
At night, I dream of people past. This ache never goes away – I just attempt, some days better than others, to live alongside it. How I wish I could live 100 parallel lives!
A stolen kiss, a whispered prayer, laughter upon laughter
Back when friendship was free.
I’ve discovered love never dies, even when the lights have gone out. We have grown into our own lives. Yet, I still think of you.
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