existentialcrisisbyday

[existentialcrisisbyday]

I look back through the texts that tell the story of us. How your green messages turned blue when you finally decided to get an iPhone. I am reminded of how my pulse would quicken whenever I saw that your name light up. I live for those nights where I would stay up waiting, hoping you would want to see me. How tired I would be at work the next day, but it never bothered me a bit if it meant I got even the chance to see you. Now, I will still look to my phone for every message waiting, hoping that it is from you.

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[existentialcrisisbyday]

My heart aches. There is an emptiness where the light of your smile once was. Where your laugh once echoed. Where you hands once caressed. That ache is only intensified with the memory of these little joys and the crevices they had filled within my chest. I seek not to quell that ache, but to have it live on as but another memory of your presence in my life. A presence unmatched by any other, likely to never be, and I find solace.

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