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an open letter {to the ones I love & miss}

Hey you,
I hope you are doing okay.
I hope that you are loving your life, wherever you might be.
Hopefully you are still sewing, and making your famous chocolate pie.
The world is truly missing lots if you never followed the dreams we talked about
I hope you are still practicing the guitar, I know how happy it made you too
My heart has honestly been a little bit broken since you left, and I think it might always be that way
It hurts that we never fully got to say goodbye
But then again, I don't think anyone is ever fully satisfied with goodbye in the end

I hope that you miss me too, at least a little bit.
Maybe when you hear that one song, I'll flash in your memory
Even if it is only for a brief moment
After all, one brief moment with you was always better than none
Truthfully when I think of you, tears usually follow close behind
Sweet memories are something you left me with, but still, tears always brim my eyes.
I miss you lots and lots
I believe that it's one thing that will never change.
Thanks for being in my life, even if you had to go so soon.
So please, lets meet again sometime because you might not know yet, that you are missing me too.

love,
the one who still has a piece of you carried forever in her heart

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