Everything reminds me of her. An empty seat at the coffee shop, the email with an idiosyncratic title that never came, the hand that was never held, the quirky vocab not heard, the warm embrace Im made to long for.....
I quote Wong Kar Wai, "The past was something he could see but not touch. And everything else was blurred......"
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