I've seen your face, looked into your eyes... but still when I think of you, you're just an image, just a reflection of you, of what you are to me... and as time goes by, you are more and more a frozen memory, a blured image of the package which used to hold the "you" I've seen inside the real you...
I remember everything else, every little detail, pieces of conversation, touches, coffe, music... but not you. I wish I would have remembered you for a longer time... But you are far now...
Goodbye!
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