On lonesome nights when eyes lose their way to sleep and the sound of crickets becomes the sweetest for breaking the night's unbearable silence, fading memories dare to ramble between the dust particles scattered along that moon ray that has squashed itself through a small fissure of the window shade. It is just on nights like these your thoughts become clear, crystal clear; it is just on nights like these you remember things you were unable to remember for a while; it is just on nights like these you discover truths that have rusted waiting for someone to reveal; and it is on these nights I realize it is not that I missed you or that I miss you still, but that I am sure I'm gonna always will!!!
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