Big Noobus
Echoes of the past reverberate in my mind, each note a bittersweet melody of what once was. Time has become a silent thief, stealing away everything I held dear. You linger in the recesses of my thoughts, a wisp of nostalgia that I grasp onto like a fleeting dream. The only remnants of your presence are woven into the tapestry of memories, delicate threads that I fondly replay in the theater of my mind. Each image is a brushstroke on the canvas of our shared history. I ache for the tangible warmth of your laughter and the comforting embrace of the moments we once owned. You've become a symphony of reminiscence, and I, the captive audience, yearn for an encore. I miss you, not just in the ordinary sense, but in the way one misses the sun on a cloudy day-profoundly, achingly.
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