We're happy.
This very second feels entirely different.
You're not beside me anymore.
I'm thinking of last year's Christmas.
Thinking of how we kissed under the mistletoe.
You're still so perfect.
No one can ever replaces you.
Do I appear in your mind?
Do you ever think of the memories we used to share?
I do.
Always.
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But this insomnia has gotta stop.
