Long time, no see

Hello, stranger!

How you've been? I kind of miss you ... You know, when I stear through the window I think to myself if you still know me ... If you still care? Do you also feel that something's missing? How's family? How's weather? And friends? Is grass still greener on my side, or did the rain made it greener on yours?

I keep thinking why did you leave ... Was it really love, maybe curiosity or did boredom pushed you to the oder side? Or was it just me? You said you miss me. Is it still true? Do you still love me? Can you fall asleep without thinking about me first? I can't, never could ...

Mostly it is the hardest when something happens and I want the world to know about it. But I can't tell, because you were my world and you're not here. Not anymore ...

And it is not about you, who read it, nor him. It is about her, that she'll never know ...

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