I remember your text message scrawled on my screen when I got home that night. Your name wasn't written on my screen, but the patterns of the numbers were so familiar, I didn't need a name. We haven't talked for weeks. I have been busy avoiding you. And it took only three words to undo all my progress of getting over you when I replied, "I miss you too."
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
