I thought about you a lot several days prior to your departure. It began in the city as I walked it's colorful streets, and crossed its broad avenues. Walking by parks we used to frequent was a sweet reminder of how much we liked eachother. I doubt it was real love, but even so I couldn't help but imagine you holding my hand and gazing deep into my eyes like you used to. It's kind of funny and sad how I can replay those days in my head and pretend that our love story is preserved in time. Of course that's long gone, we've both moved on, and no matter how much we cling to those memories, feelings have changed. Life is inevitable.
Farewell, and hope life treats you kind.
Annonymous
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