I miss you.

I said there would come a time. Remember? When it was all about little words, and I said the saddest three were waiting. How I knew we’d get to them, eventually.

And still, that question asked. Do you remember? Tell me that you remember. Tell me that you and I survived the night, that you miss me too because you remember. Even if it’s only in dreams, I pray that you remember.

(I never – not for one single day – forget)

Published by Eidyia

I am only three things for sure - an Atheist, a Feminist, and a Writer - one who obsesses over the grand themes of love, memory and connection.

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