The only man drinking.


Dear you,

I wish I could understand what it means. Love.  I wish I could realize how it feels. The feeling.

I wish I could erase the pain of missing. Missing you.

But sometimes, it’s not about the person you miss. It’s the feeling you had when you were with him.

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