Nostalgia is a tempting trap. I could lie awake and recreate days we spent together. You waking up first and kissing me "hello" before getting out of bed gently, rearranging the covers over me and then heading out for your run. I'd make coffee, then we'd slowly sip it with breakfast after your shower. We'd take the bus together half way. You'd steady me when the bus made sudden stops and we'd kiss "see you soon."We'd text romantic notions to each other and meet for drinks after work.
These are not what made us special. It was our mutual commitment to our fantasy. We created something wonderful. To enter this fantasy again, after it was so brutally untrue, is like waving a wand to combat death's scythe.
I have no hopes for happiness. It is not you that I miss.
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