An endless sea of questions floats throughout my mind as I think of you, wondering what you could be doing at this very second. I still remember the warm embraces you would diligently pull me into, despite my hesitation. I regret my hesitation, and I regret losing you. Memories of us talking about meaningless things just to spend time together seem untouchable now. I took you for granted. I’m sorry. It’s been 129 days since we’ve last spoken, yet I can’t get you out of my head. Do you miss me?
The night of your departure is a blurry and unforgiving mess. I block it out. I still love you. Do you still love me? We may never meet again, and I want to say that it’s okay, but it’s not. I want what we had. So, I will hold onto the memories I have of you forever.
Machine
‘Not being Hispanic enough’
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