I miss you.

I miss you without fully comprehending why I miss you.

I miss you, wondering how it is possible for me to miss you.

I miss you like that vague empty feeling in your stomach when you wake up suddenly at 3 a.m. and then remember you had a great dinner. I hold the feeling of missing you, like I’d savour the memory of that dinner, at 3 a.m.

All I know, is that I like this feeling of missing you.

Come back, soon.

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