My heart aches for you, and every minute feels like a mistake.
Since you used to be so near to me, but now that you're gone, I'm unable to see you.
I miss the memory of your laughter and warm touch so much.
I don't understand why you'd grasp my hand and grin at me.
My heart still yearns for you, you know, and even if our distance is growing, I hope that one day we'll be reunited. This would bring joy and light into my life.
Until then, I'll cherish you.
Keep your remembrance close by.
Despite your absence, you remain a part of me.
Don't you see how comforting that is?
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