And I'm still hurting.

"You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place."

"But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments."

"A thousand moments! They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray."

"You wouldn't come inside."

"I wouldn't come inside."

"I had to carry a tray to come out and see you."

"The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking."

"Everyday of my waiting..."

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I heard this today, and it made me think of you.

I want you back.