And then what remains is their memory. The image we have created inside our heads. A grey skin covers what we felt for them and can no longer feel.
To paraphrase John Green, you can never love someone as much as you can miss them. It is true. And there’s nothing more unbearable than the realization that you can hope all you want for someone to come back and they will never come back, because they never really existed.
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