Do you still talk about me?
Think of me, ever?
Am I in your thoughts,
for even one short second?
It should be easy,
just like breathing.
You would be my sun,
someone that I could not live without.
Maybe it was never meant to be
Or it did not work out.
But I miss you.
I hope you are doing well
because that's all I want for you.
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