Yes, I’m still talking to you. I talk to you very often, almost every day... On my dreams as I sleep, on the shower, on my bed as I look at the ceilling, on my trying to sleep, on my way to work, as I walk home, and all those imaginary talks with you, you behave the very same way, the motion that makes me want to step away from you and knowing all your hurtful arguments I know how the conversation would be. With me having a tear in my eye and a very deep disappointment.
Remember... always love you, bye.
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