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I miss you in quiet ways, in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.

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we used to talk for hours, look at us now

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Lovers on the grass in Washington Square Park, New York, 1953. Photograph by Ernst Haas.

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"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

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“Sometimes we break our own hearts because we expect too much.”

— Unknown

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