What if I had longed to pocket your gaze, much as the forgotten petals strewn along the all familiar path we have walked through untold times?

What if I told you that the sound of your laughter lives on echoing and spilling out of the hems on my clothes for each and every day I have willed myself to get out of it?

What if I divulge the feel of every time I hear that sickening delight of a melody your name would entice, as though it had the power of destroying and rebuilding my world within a blink?


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