Sometimes, I see that smile, and I cry because I don't think I make you smile anymore. Or maybe
that smile wasn't because of me...
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| Sometimes, I think of you, and I cannot breathe. At times that are deemed unpredictable, this lump arises in my throat, and I close my eyes to the mental picture of your face. I remember once, looking at you through a small box on my screen, your head bent slightly as you laughed at something I said, and I could not take my eyes away from your mouth. The parting of your lips under which white teeth peeked, making me want to reach through these lines and touch them. Sometimes, I see that smile, and I cry because I don't think I make you smile anymore. Or maybe that smile wasn't because of me... |
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