. . . Of the poems we exchanged, which were so filled of longing and warmth,

Of the songs we sang, which brought our souls in harmony,

Of the text we sent, which were always followed by kissing and heart emojis,

Of our sweet dreams and pinky-sealed promises,

Of our refreshing laughter and silly moments,

Even our burning tears and daunting fears. . . .

How can memories be so sharp and piercing?

My eyes are burnin’,

Chopped onions must be somewhere around,

Somewhere.

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