Nightfall was never the same,
and I missed you,
a lot,
especially when the sky was purple,
and when it was silhouetting colors I didn’t have words for,
and when I had pages,
and when I didn’t want to eat alone,
and it wasn’t missing us,
it was you,
I missed you,
and maybe that you made me a better person,
yes,
that—
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