It's been longer now than we were together, and I wonder sometimes how much of it was real. You had me wrapped around your finger. You pulled a little tighter every day. Some days, I still feel it, and I come back. To check on your profile that no longer exists, like a phantom that was never there.
Time creates distance, or it should. Memories turn pale. The rough edges fall away. I remember only good. What do you remember?
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