the appearance..

i was thinking of you – wondering where you were, how you were, what you may be doing this moment. i was thinking of all the things i would have told you – or rather, not told you, despite my longing to tell you all. and with each step i took, i came to greater and greater acceptance that today, i would not see you at all. i was thinking of you, of you, of you, and just then –

– you appeared.

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

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