Saudade
Description
One afternoon, I saw him by the dock, his feet dangling as the wind ruffled his hair into a mess.
I found myself coming back only to see him in the exact spot.
He was there that day. Then, the next day, and so on.
Until he wasn't anymore.
Foreword
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
No other words were exchanged. Oddly, it was enough.
It was summer when I first met you — your sun-kissed skin, messy hair, and droopy eyelids made you seem untouchable.
It was summer when I had you — our midnight shenanigans, our daily stargazing, our own little world.
But it was also summer when you left me hanging, without any traces, without any goodbye's, without anything.
So tell me, how do I move on from something I treasure the most, something close to my heart, something that made me the happiest?
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