And
there he was gone. Before I even realized he stayed, he was gone. Why wouldn’t he? I miss those moments of absolutely
nothing in between, just our eyes meeting in some deep, dark place, where no
one is allowed to go. The ticket was expensive, but I most certainly did not
care about the price. I even asked to pay the bill, but he was already gone.
Lost, he was. Why not?
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