I miss you so much. I just want to talk to you again. I wish I didn't feel this way. I'll glance at every stranger sharing a slight resemblance and hope it's you. Maybe I'll put on a mask and hit the haunted hotel this weekend. Or maybe I'll just stay in mine and gaze at the skyline wishing I knew where you were, that I knew you were safe at least. Safe and happy. That's all I want.
That. And to talk to you again. But I know we can't.
But if we could...I'll keep my eyes open this weekend.
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