i miss you like hell.
last weekend i was cleaning my room and i found some of the post-its you gave me. it'd be a whole lot better if we'd spend time to get that cuppa joe - but i want for you to know that your words keep me optimistic and always remind me of your light and love.
i miss your laughter.
dowa is one hell of a writer - here's something she wrote a couple of years back:
i find myself itching to reach out
and grab warmth from your
mouth,
as slowly and as deeply as to
make you forget for a moment
where you come from,
and who waits for you after this.
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