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something about you and i has always made this huge state seem so small. i’m still waiting for the moment where i walk into a restaurant, a store, a train station, anything, and see your face. your actual face, not just the similarities i desperately search for in everyone else. tell me how i could have memorized a face i’ve never seen in real life. but i do, the eyes, the mouth, the way hair falls on a face i’ve never touched. i force all these details onto strangers to gain some kind of familiarity. it’s this senseless longing that i have never been able to shake, but it fills up my mind, forces it’s way into dreams. haunted by a gaze i’ve never seen.
still, i’m starting to forget the way you used to say my name.
