I saw her today. Maybe it was an accident. Or maybe my eyes had been looking for her long before I even realized it. She looked good. Great, actually. And strangely enough, I felt nothing. No sudden heartbeat. No nervousness. No thousand thoughts crashing into each other. Just… nothing. For a moment, my mind went quiet. And somehow, that silence was more confusing than all the noise I had carried for months. Because how could I remember someone almost every day, miss her in places she wasn’t, replay conversations that happened months ago, and still feel like she was a stranger when she stood right in front of me? “Maybe I didn’t stop missing her. Maybe I just stopped recognizing her.” I looked at her and remembered the talks. The stupid laughs. The little things. The version of her that once felt so familiar that I could almost predict what she would say next. The girl who could make an ordinary conversation feel like something worth remembering. But she wasn’t that g...
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