Every Patch of Moonlight Feels Like a Reunion

More than you as a person, I remember all the little things about you. Your voice is an echo that circles in my ears. When you miss me, turn your ear to the evening breeze. Perhaps the breeze brushing past your hair is circling the wind chime by my window. The evening wind carries all the words we never finished saying. Even with several cities between us, it feels as if you're whispering your reply right beside my ear. If this is the end, then I only want to be with you

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