Nov '25 • General discussion
Missing You
There are days that I do not think of them. Then a memory comes to mind, a desire to call, a seasonal event comes around that brings me back to reality. That longing to hold them, to laugh with them, to share with them a meal or recipe. I smile, while my heart breaks. My eyes becomes moist, wanting to cry but my cheeks stay dry. I miss them.
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Missing You
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