Sometimes it’s time, even in the midst of a storm, to stop and breathe. And here I am, thinking of you. The sad feeling that overcomes me every time when I stop, reminds me of a floating cloud in the sky. It easily can resolve into the air and becomes one with all if it chooses to. But instead it lingers around and take on the heavy particles of every little tiny drop around it.
Imagine one that is slowly taking the shape of a heart. Do you see it? Do you see it floating around? If you do, that’s because I miss you. I miss you very much.
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