Dear Hopeless Romantic,

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I miss your arms wrapped around me. Our bodies warped together in bed, legs crisscrossed. I miss how you cascaded into me, whispering, our dreams won't die.

I miss how much depth we had, the deep diving into each other's souls. No half-hearted acts, but always loving with full conviction. I miss your electrifying touch, rippling through my body when your engaging aura fills up the entire room.

Now, all that's left of you is your residue. I wish I could jar the residual realm where there was only you and me. These restless nights give me no respite, oh, how bad I miss our serene solitude.

Now I cannot find you anywhere, not at the train station anymore, where I saw you for the very first time. Don't you miss the seriality of our ethereal existence? All now that's left is the aftermath of your nonexistence.

Why did you promise me those droplets of dream?