I miss you.
Maybe the reason I smoke is to remind the scent you left all the times we shared laughter.
I miss you dearly.
Your smile, your greet, your voice, your sight.
I miss you deeply.
Life without you is not the same.
I miss you constantly.
But I pretend not to. Everyday.
I miss you secretly.
And I hope you have an amazing adventure.
Goodbye.
segunda-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2015
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