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it reminded me of you.
warmth. laughter. an open wound, a migraine. the only thing i wanted. a scar, loathe to heal, with fond memories attached. a thing of the past, left unforgotten.
i sometimes confuse reminiscing with missing. in fact, it's probably been one of the biggest confusions in my life - it happens no matter what i think of.
i think i've been walking backwards up my path.