Every night, I see your face. In my dreams it’s hard to hear you I’ve forgotten what your voice sounds like, but your words are clear. If life had been different perhaps we would be friends or lovers, but life is a cruel mistress. Our fates are still not determined won’t both us try to fix this. I’m terrified, but I’m willing to try.
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I miss your voice too but I have not forgotten what you sound like. I’m not terrified. I miss you more than you could ever imagine.
naw cute…but life goes on.