I keep coming to our places,
I want to see us,
Street food,
Round table,
Ballroom,
Empty,
but I see us
through the memories
I see us,
We were laughing to your lame jokes,
We were smiling to each other without saying a word,
We were judging all of the people who passed in front of us,
How can I drown my self in your arms?
How can I hug you tight?
How can I hold your hand?
Tell me the perfect words to describe more than “I miss you”
Tell me..
-S.
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