And my eyes constantly shift to my left, to the two seats that we used to once sit in the library last semester during exam prep.
Images and thoughts surrounds my mind, the way you dressed, the way we laughed, the way I slept halfway through while studying and you waking me up.
It all felt so surreal, the recurring nostalgia, I could feel it all under my skin.
I miss you; I've never stopped, and I hope you're doing fine.
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And my love, she's still renowned.
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