Absence // A Short Story // 4 of 5

Can’t stop remembering. How I used to wake up every morning, and find you there, inside me. How I used to whisper my most secret thoughts to you, last thing at night. Time was when I couldn’t even write your name without it being in capital letters: YOU.

 

How long ago was that? A year? A century? Forever?

 

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