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  • So I can stop you.

    For an hour...let's go back to that day you said bye. To the day I let you grab your keys and walk out of my apartment. To the day I saw you disappearing into the distance, and I just closed the door.

    Let's rewind. To that day I was overwhelmed of you. Overwhelmed by your presence. The day you looked at me passively and said "I'm going to go home" and I didn't say anything. The day you took your keys and walked downstairs as I followed you behind. The day you gave me a hug and said "have fun with your friends" and walked out my door. To the moment I was about to close the door, but this time, let me wake up from the biggest mistake I was making and stop myself to run after you, to stop you in your steps, to look at you and tell you...just how much I love you.

    How you make me feel when you text me, "I'm 30 minutes away," and me running around cleaning up my place and cooking. How you make me feel when you look at me and tell me "please take care of yourself." To the way you would fall next to me after a long day and we will be at peace without having to say anything. To the way you looked at me when I woke up from a nap.

    I look at my bed and I see the fading image of you sleeping. I look to the passenger seat in my car and I see the fading image of you sitting next to me. I open my front door and imagine the your posture fading away into the distance. The thoughts going through your head. The pain within your heart. Did you realize the pain I felt, the miss I already felt as you were walking away, but I was comforted with the belief that I will again see the image of you coming back, walking towards me. Where has this image gone? I am haunted with only the image of you walking away. Is it really too late to run after you, to tell you how much, just how much I still...

    You already know, but I'll wait for the day when the image of you walking back will become a wonderful reality...then is when I'll finish my sentence.
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