It’s been about a year now, I haven’t seen or heard from you. I’ve not been missing you crazy, but how do you do?
I found a letter you wrote me, it still smells just like you. I found the presents you gave me, every little piece brings back a certain part of a memory of you. My friends have been telling me that they’ve been seeing you around. I’ve been meeting new people whose facial features or behavioural traits resemble you, but never have I met you again.
I remember everything about you. I don’t think you’ve changed much. Perhaps, still carrying that pleasant countenance, vividly still etched in my mind. Your ever constant laughter, loquacious in crowds even though it doesn’t suit you. Our once clandestine affair, now marked in the books of history as a disaster. Our separation, made perspicuous to everyone around us. I was perturbed by how people would view us, view me, as a deplorable human being lacking ethics, triggered by the idea that everyone seemed to be by your side – which I acquiesced in eventually.
How do you do now? It’s been so long, yet I still have a visceral reaction every single time to wander my late night thoughts over to you.
How do you do?
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