Today, over one and a half year after I left you on read, never to be heard from again, I think of what you must had gone through.
In wonder. In confusion. Perhaps in anger. All of that in silence.
It still makes me hard to breathe thinking about that night. I still remember everything that happened. What I was working on. The last thing we talked about.
I don't think I'll ever forget.
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