Sometimes
he’d feel lonely even in a full crowd. Even with close friends with whom to
talk. Even with people desiring him. He’d feel lonely just talking to himself.
He’d miss
things which he never had. Things he wasn’t sure existed. Can you miss what you
never had? It would seem that way.
Sometimes
he’d speak about himself in the third person. Because putting distance to
yourself, sometimes it’s easier to see you clearer. What did we miss then? He
and I?
The feeling
of someone entwined with your whole being. Someone seeing your everything and
embracing it.
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