Everyday at 5p.m, you left your office with a smile on your face; a smile I still adore. I was hiding behind a brick wall, an alleyway between your workplace and a record store we used to go. I wasn't following you, or stalking you. But I would always leave my place an hour early just to see you; a thirty minute walk from my workplace to yours, and another thirty minutes to prepare myself when I finally see you. Even from a distance, I can feel your smile radiating the whole city. It breaks my heart seeing you this happy, and I envy you that you could go a day without remembering me, as much as I remember you. And that left me wonder, did I even leave a scar after we part? Because you did.
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