It’s something so simple and completely within the realm of possibility, unlike stupid fantasies of flying or anything fictional, yet it’s something so unlikely that it feels dumber to hope for than any unrealistic wish best left for dreams. There’s absolutely no chance of it happening. But some days at work something will vaguely remind me of you and in the split second before my mind can process what I’m seeing in front of me, I hope to see you smiling at me when I look up. I miss you, but you’ll never be there.
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