There are fleeting things in the world: the shy nod of an acquaintance, the shadow of a smile from a text, the brief goodbyes of colleagues and the distance of two old lovers.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
But we did nothing to close the gap. We could not. We shouldn't.
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And I suppose some roads are meant to never cross again.
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