How strange it will seem when I’m gone. When you no longer see the light in my smile, nor feel my arms wrapped tight around you, nor my heartbeat against your chest, nor the taste of my lips, because I have to go away. It may not be today or tomorrow, but someday my hand, that was once outstretched and desperately looking for something to hold onto, will fall limp and slowly fade away into the darkness. I often wonder how long it will be before you notice that I am gone. How long until you feel the effect of my absence… if at all.
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And may we never have to part ways.
Well done.