Paris, Texas

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written by

vivi

“I used to make up long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time. Even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagine you. I even imagine you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you. I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. It would make me up in the middle of the night. Just like you were there in the room with me.”