Sometimes I imagine that you look at the rain & think of me,
That you too randomly think about me & smile
That you see videos that remind you of me & wish you could send them to me
Sometimes I imagine you see her & think of me
That maybe just maybe you regret your decision
Maybe just maybe you miss me as much as I miss you
But one can only imagine so much & I'm afraid of the day reality comes crashing down on me.
You're gone & this time
You're not coming back
-Sethu♡
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100 Weeks To Get Over You
PoetryShe loves him. He loved her. That's the sad part, the past tense in that sentence.
