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every so often i'll think i'm catching a whiff of your deodorant, or cologne, or whatever it is that makes you smell like you.
and my heart starts to beat faster and i begin to search the room for your broad shoulders and strawberry blond hair and piercing blue eyes always locked on mine with that little half smile on your lips.
then i realize--
you're not here.
it's just my daydreams and imagination.
so my heart drops back into its original position, and i remind myself
soon.
soon, i will see you.

--8.14.17

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